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Authors: Ben Bova

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Power Play

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For the final time, to Barbara …

Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in.

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in.

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad;

Say that health and wealth have missed me;

Say I’m growing old, but add—

Jenny kissed me!

—L
EIGH
H
UNT

CONTENTS

Title Page

Dedication

Epigraph

Chapters:

August (First Part)

James A. Van Allen Museum of Science

Tomlinson Residence

B. Franklin Tomlinson

Amy Wexler

Electrical Engineering Department

Professor Arlan Sinclair

Jacob Ross’s Office

Ristorante Amore

The Big Rig

Trial Run

Glynis Colwyn

Jacob Ross’s Office

Jacob Ross’s Apartment

Sex and Love

Professor Sinclair’s Office

Tomlinson Residence

Dinner for Three

December (Second Part)

Astronomy 101

Politics 101

Professor Sinclair’s Office

James A. Van Allen Museum of Science

Sheridan Hotel

Loyalties

Forbidden Fruit

Danny’s Seafood Locker

Monster

Clyde’s Bar

Headlines and Propositions

Carrot and Stick

Decisions

Announcement

February (Third Part)

Rogers’s Rangers

Lightning Rods

Primary Opposition

Debriefing

Hacking

Olivia Sinclair, nèe Vernon

Busted

Revelation

Surprises

Cardwell Residence

“If It Doesn’t Work…”

Bitter Realities

Repercussions

Captain Peter Harraway

The Big Rig

Primary Election Night

Cape Coral, Florida

Homebound

June (Fourth Part)

Strategy Session One

Conversion

Strategy Session Two

Preparations

Fourth of July

Glynis

Confessions

Vernon

Ignacio Perez

On the Interstate

Love and War

The First Debate

Summer of Discontent

Dinner for Three

Labor Day

Interview

Documentary

The Second Debate

October (Fifth Part)

Topping Plant

The Big Rig

Hallowe’en

Into the Snow

Through the Blizzard

The Lakeside Lodge

Waiting

Action

Fair Play

“The Last Act…”

Election Day

Victory

Consequences

Tor Books by Ben Bova

About the Author

Copyright

 

In the nineteenth century, a German-born engineer named John Fritz, working at the Cambria Iron Company in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, captured the [can-do] spirit when, after working for months to finish the first Bessemer steel machinery in this country, he came to the plant one morning and said, “Alright, boys, let’s start her up and see why she doesn’t work.” The desire to find out what’s not working, fix it, and then maybe get it to work is an American quality and our guiding star.

—D
AVID
M
C
C
ULLOUGH
American Heritage
Winter 2008

AUGUST

JAMES A. VAN ALLEN MUSEUM OF SCIENCE

“MHD?” asked Jake Ross. “What’s MHD?”

Leverett Cardwell smiled his enigmatic little smile and replied, “It stands for magnetohydrodynamics.”

“Oh, like Alfvén.”

Jake was walking with the older man along the Hall of Planets, which ran the length of the museum’s planetarium. They were passing beneath the model of Mars, a rust-red globe dotted with long-dead volcanoes. He had first introduced himself to Dr. Cardwell at almost this exact spot, more than a dozen years earlier.

“Alfvén dealt with astrophysics. The branch of MHD I’m talking about now is a way of generating electricity very efficiently,” Cardwell went on, his tenor voice soft but perfectly clear. “An MHD generator can produce a lot of power in a relatively small piece of equipment.”

Jake nodded. Lev was up to something, he knew. The old man didn’t just chat to pass the time of day. He had some purpose in mind.

Jacob Ross had first come to the Van Allen museum on a mandatory class trip when he’d been in middle school. None of the guys wanted to go to a geeky science museum, Jake included. But once the teachers got the kids settled into the strange, round, domed room that housed the museum’s planetarium, the lights dimmed slowly until the place was pitch black. And then they turned on the stars. Thousands of stars sprang out of the darkness, with the faint glowing ribbon of the Milky Way arching among them. Young Jake got turned on, too. Sitting in the darkness, watching the stars wheel in stately procession overhead, he became hooked on astronomy for life.

He rode city buses to the museum every weekend. He scraped together enough money from his after-school jobs to buy a student membership. He attended the planetarium shows so often he began to learn the lectures by heart.

And he discovered that the soft, clear voice that explained the stars in the darkness belonged to Dr. Leverett Cardwell, the planetarium’s director. With some trepidation, Jake fumblingly asked Dr. Cardwell a question about his lecture one Sunday afternoon, out in the hallway under the model of Mars, while the rest of the audience streamed past after the planetarium show had ended.

“You’ve been coming pretty regularly, haven’t you?” Cardwell asked the youngster.

Surprised and pleased that the director had noticed him, Jake stuttered, “Y … yessir.”

Thus began a lifelong friendship. Cardwell took Jake under his wing, opened the planetarium’s library to him, and helped him win a scholarship to the state university.

And now Lev was talking about something called MHD.

“Magnetohydrodynamics, huh?” Jake said.

Walking slowly toward the bright yellow globe of the Sun glowing above the museum’s entrance lobby, Cardwell said, “There’s a group of people in the university’s electrical engineering department who are working on MHD power generation.”

Why’s he telling me this? Jake wondered. But he knew he wouldn’t have to ask; Lev would explain it to him in his own time.

Jake had grown into a reasonably healthy young man. Scrawny as a child, picked on by the neighborhood bullies, he’d worked hard on homemade exercise equipment to build himself up. Now he stood just short of six feet tall, still on the lean side, but solid. His hair was dark and unruly, his face too long and horsy to satisfy him. Even so he’d been fairly popular with women, and married his high school sweetheart. But since his wife’s fatal car accident he’d kept to himself.

Leverett Cardwell was a tiny man, round-faced, balding, so neat and carefully groomed that some thought him effeminate. His large, round, slightly protruding owl-gray eyes always seemed to Jake to be searching, inquisitive. Jake had never seen Lev wearing anything but a gray wool suit, winter or summer, and a jaunty little bow tie.

“I’ve been invited to a cocktail party by one of Frank Tomlinson’s people,” Cardwell said as they walked slowly toward the museum’s entrance.

Frowning at the seeming change of subject, Jake asked, “Isn’t he the guy they say might run against Senator Leeds?”

Cardwell nodded, his smile turning almost impish. “If Tomlinson decides to run, he’s going to need somebody on his staff to advise him about science. I think you could do the job very well, Jake.”

“Me?” Jake’s voice squeaked with surprise. “I’m just an associate professor. I don’t even have tenure yet.”

“Aren’t you up for tenure this year?”

Nodding gloomily, Jake answered, “Along with five other people, including a Hispanic woman. Besides, I’m the youngest. They’ll give it to one of the others this time around.”

Nonchalantly waving a hand in the air, Cardwell said, “Maybe not. Maybe they’ll surprise you.”

Jake made an unhappy grunt.

“I think it would be a good idea for you to attend the Tomlinson party,” Cardwell said. “Meet the man. Let him meet you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’ve been keeping to yourself too much, Jake. I know Louise’s death was a blow, but that was more than a year ago—”

Jake stopped walking. He could feel his guts twisting. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Nothing matters much anymore. It’s just … Lev, nothing’s any fun anymore.”

“You can’t have any fun sitting by yourself watching old movies on television.”

“I don’t just watch television.”

“What else do you do?”

“Prepare my lectures. Do my research. I’m working on a proposal for the imaging team on the next Mars lander.”

“You need a social life, my boy.”

Jake looked down at the man who’d been his mentor for so many years. Mentor? Hell, Lev’s been more of a father to me than my old man ever was, he told himself. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. I’d still be back in the ’hood, in those narrow streets and row houses, working some dumb-ass job and dodging the wiseguys.

Reluctantly he asked, “I won’t have to wear a tux, will I?”

Cardwell laughed. “Heavens, no. This is just a cocktail party, not a formal occasion.”

Jake capitulated. “Okay, I’ll go, if you think I should.”

“I do indeed, Jacob.”

“When and where? What time should I pick you up?”

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, I’m not going!”

“You’re not?”

“No. This is an opportunity for you, Jake. They’re not interested in an old geezer like me.”

Jake felt stunned. Lev was past sixty, he knew. But that’s not old! he told himself. There must be some other reason why he wants me to go without him.

TOMLINSON RESIDENCE

The afternoon was sultry, so glaringly hot and humid that Jake was sweating by the time he’d walked from his curbside parking space up the gently rising bricked driveway to the front door of the Tomlinson mansion. It was a quietly imposing house that spoke of old money, in a part of the city that Jake had never been in before. He saw a pair of youngsters lounging by the Bentleys and Porsches parked along the driveway and realized they would have taken his old Mustang and parked it for him. It’d look great, he thought, his beat-up old gray ghost alongside all those luxury cars.

An actual butler in a dark suit opened the glass-paneled front door and looked at him questioningly. Jake could hear muted laughter and the hum of many conversations coming from inside the house.

“Um, I’m Jacob Ross,” he said. “Dr. Cardwell—”

“You are expected, Dr. Ross,” said the white-haired butler, allowing himself a minimal smile. He opened the door wide and gestured Jake through. It was blessedly cool inside, cool and dry.

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