Wes Farrell thought for a few seconds. "We might make an electronic alloy," he said.
"A what?"
"A substance that is overbalanced as goes electrons. They will be inserted by concocting the stuff under extremely high electron pressure. Make it some sort of station that has an intrinsic charge of ten to the fiftieth electron volts, or so; that'll make queer alloys, I'll bet. Then it can be stabilized by inter-alloying something with a dearth of electrons. The two metals will be miscible, say, when liquid, and so their electron balance will come out even. They are cooled under this stress and so forth. When the disintegrator beam hits them, it will liberate the electrons and the whole thing will go plooey."
"Looks like a matter of finding the right stuff," said Walt. "Don, what about running the Station charge up as Wes says?"
"No dice. The Station is too big. Besides, the chargo-changing gear would be overworked all over the Station to maintain the charge, once made.
"Take the Relay Girl out and try it, Wes."
"Come along?"