"We're below the black-body temperature of Mars right now," said Walt. "And the gadgetry is working so much better that we're going to run it down to as far as we can get it."
"What do you hope to find?" asked Barney.
"Why, it looks as though we can make a set of crystals that will permit instantaneous communication from one to the other."
"Sounds good."
"Looks good, so far," said Channing. "Want to see it?"
Christine looked at the thermometer set in the face of the door. She turned back to the others and shook her head vehemently.
"Not for all the ice in Siberia," she said fervently.
Walt brightened. "How about some ice in a glass," he said.
"For medicinal purposes only," agreed Barney. "It's been deadly cold on Mars—about a quart and a half of sheer and utter cold."
"Been cold in there, too," said Don. "Arden, you're out of luck—you've stayed out of the cold."