Harry sighed irritably; pulled out a sheet of paper。 〃Its a probability equation。〃 He wrote:
p = fpnhflfifc
''29'' 〃What it means;〃 Harry Adams said; 〃is that the probability; p; that intelligent life will evolve in any star system is a function of the probability that the star will have planets; the number of habitable planets; the probability that simple life will evolve on a habitable planet; the probability that intelligent life will evolve from simple life; and the probability that intelligent life will attempt interstellar munication within five billion years。 Thats all the equation says。〃
〃Uh…huh;〃 Norman said。
〃But the point is that we have no facts;〃 Harry said。 〃We must guess at every single one of these probabilities。 And its quite easy to guess one way; as Ted does; and conclude there are probably thousands of intelligent civilizations。 Its equally easy to guess; as I do; that there is probably only one civilization。 Ours。〃 He pushed the paper away。 〃And in that case; whatever is down there is not from an alien civilization。 So were all wasting our time here。〃
〃Then what is down there?〃 Norman said again。
〃It is an absurd expression of romantic hope;〃 Adams said; pushing his glasses up on his nose。 There was a vehemence about him that troubled Norman。 Six years earlier; Harry Adams had still been a street kid whose obscure talent had carried him in a single step from a broken home in the slums of Philadelphia to the manicured green lawns of Princeton。 In those days Adams had been playful; amused at his turn of fortune。 Why was he so harsh now?
Adams was an extraordinarily gifted theoretician; his reputation secured in probability…density functions of quantum mechanics which were beyond Normans prehension; although Adams had worked them out when he was seventeen。 But Norman could certainly understand the man himself; and Harry Adams seemed tense and critical now; ill at ease in this group。
Or perhaps it had to do with his presence as part of a group。 Norman had worried about how he would fit in; because Harry had been a child prodigy。
There were really only two kinds of child prodigies…mathematical and musical。 Some psychologists argued there was only one kind; since music was so closely related to ''30'' mathematics。 While there were precocious children with other talents; such as writing; painting; and athletics; the only areas in which a child might truly perform at the level of an adult were in mathematics or music。 Psychologically; such children were plex: often loners; isolated from their peers and even from their families by their gifts; for which they were both admired and resented。 Socialization skills were often retarded; making group interactions unfortable。 As a slum kid; Harrys problems would have been; if anything; magnified。 He had once told Norman that when he first learned about Fourier transforms; the other kids were learning to slam…dunk。 So maybe Harry was feeling unfortable in the group now。
But there seemed to be something else。 。。。 Harry appeared almost angry。
〃You wait;〃 Adams said。 〃A week from now; this is going to be recognized as one big fat false alarm。 Nothing more。〃
You hope; Norman thought。 And again wondered why。
〃Well; I think its exciting;〃 Beth Halpern said; smiling brightly。 〃Even a slim chance of finding new life is exciting; as far as I am concerned。〃
〃Thats right;〃 Ted said。 〃After all; Harry; there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy。〃
Norman looked over at the final member of the team; Arthur Levine; the marine biologist。 Levine was the only person he didnt know。 A pudgy man; Levine looked pale and uneasy; wrapped in his own thoughts。 He was about to ask Levine what he thought when Captain Barnes strode in; a stack of files under his arm。
〃Wele to the middle of nowhere;〃 Barnes said; 〃and you cant even go to the bathroom。〃 They all laughed nervously。 〃Sorry to keep you waiting;〃 he said。 〃But we dont have a lot of time; so lets get right down to it。 If youll kill the lights; we can begin。〃
The first slide showed a large ship with an elaborate superstructure on the stern。
''31'' 〃The Rose Sealady;〃 Barnes said。 〃A cable…laying vessel chartered by Transpac munications to lay a submarine telephone line from Honolulu to Sydney; Australia。 The Rose left Hawaii on May 29 of this year; and by June 16 it had gotten as far as Western Samoa in the mid…Pacific。 It was laying a new fiber…optics cable; which has a carrying capacity of twenty thousand simultaneous telephonic transmissions。 The cable is covered with a dense metal…and…plastics web matrix; unusually tough and resistant to breaks。 The ship had already laid more than forty…six hundred nautical miles of cable across the Pacific with no mishaps of any sort。 Next。〃
A map of the Pacific; with a large red spot。
〃At ten p。m。 on the night of June 17; the vessel was located here; midway between Pago Pago in American Samoa and Viti Levu in Fiji; when the ship experienced a wrenching shudder。 Alarms sounded; and the crew realized the cable had snagged and torn。 They immediately consulted their charts; looking for an underwater obstruction; but could see none。 They hauled up the loose cable; which took several hours; since at the time of the accident they had more than a mile of cable paid out behind the ship。 When they examined the cut end; they saw that it had been cleanly sheared…as one crewman said; like it was cut with a huge pair of scissors。 Next。〃
A section of Fiberglas cable held toward the camera in the rough hand of a sailor。
〃The nature of the break; as you can see; suggests an artificial obstruction of some sort。 The Rose steamed north back over the scene of the break。 Next。〃
A series of ragged black…and…white lines; with a region of small spikes。
〃This is the original sonar scan from the ship。 If you cant read sonar scans thisll be ha