Sandra explained.
"And you say the silicon won't combine? Shucks, we can do that all right," said John McBride.
"Fine."
"Our problem is delivering the goods."
"Why?"
"Name me a container that will carry the electronic charge."
"Oh? I was thinking—"
"Don't bother," said McBride. "There isn't anything better than ten million miles of pure and absolute space. She'll corona, and then arc, and then she'll assume the normal charge and the stuff will come unstuck again. And you couldn't possibly send every Telfan out into space for a treatment. There aren't enough years in a century to do that."
"First, we'll have to do away with Soaky," said Hammond.