"That's it."
"Um-m-m. Remind me to quit Saturday. This is no job for a man beset by hallucinations."
"You grinning idiot, we're not fooling!"
"Then you'd better quit," Warren told Don. "This is no job for a bird with delusions of grandeur, either. Look, Don, you'll want this in the experimental blister at south end? On a coupler to the beam-turret so that it'll maintain direction at Sol?"
"Right. Couple it to the rotating stage if you can. Remember, that's three miles from south end."
"We've still got a few high-power selsyns," said Warren, making some notations of his own on the tablecloth. "And thanks to the guys who laid out this station some years ago, we've plenty of unused circuits from one end to the other. We'll couple it, all right. Oh, Mother. Seems to me like you got a long way off of your intended subject. Didn't you start out to make a detector for driver radiation?"
"Yup."
"And you end up tapping the sun. D'ye think it'll ever replace the horse?"
"Could be. Might even replace the coal mine. That's to be seen. Have you any idea of how long you'll be?"
"Make it ten hours. I'll get the whole crew on it at once."