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(Time passed after Ed McCauley became Major Ed McCauley, and most people forgot him. If his name was mentioned, someone might say vaguely: "McCauley ... McCauley? It seems to me I've heard the name." This was because remarkable events don't stay remarkable as time goes past. There was a two-hundred-pound satellite circling the moon these days, industriously sending back not only pictures of the moon's far side, but pictures of cloud masses on Earth which told much more about Earth's weather than had been known before. A drone missile had gone out to Mars, and its instruments suggested that men had better not come out just yet, and other drones had gone past Venus and said definitely that men better not come out just yet. So something had to be done to make those journeys possible. Men had to work in space, testing this and trying that, staying days or weeks at a time when solar flare-particles were not too much in evidence. This meant that there had to be a place for them to live and work. There were plenty of men who'd done spectacular things lately, but this needed somebody who would be worrying not about fame, but about getting a job done right. So Major McCauley received certain orders.)
On as much of the Space Platform as existed so far, a working day lasted an hour and forty minutes. There wasn't much of the Platform, as yet. The greatest bulk was a squat, clumsy metal object which had come up from Earth, pouring out rocket flames, to be the Platform's nucleus. From it now sprouted spidery, flimsy metal girders which reached out in apparent aimlessness. They formed an incomplete skeleton of joined triangles whose final form seemed indefinite. But in time they would form a most unlikely icosahedron traced in threads of silvery metal in emptiness. Although the Platform was barely begun, it grew noticeably as time went by, even though the working day was so brief.
Some people would have challenged the word "day." There was no true night where the first part of the Platform floated hurriedly in orbit some three thousand miles out from the planet Earth. There was light when the sun shone on it, which was two hours and five minutes out of three hours and seven. Despite Luna, Earth's ancient and untidy moon, there was abysmal darkness when the Platform plunged into Earth's shadow. This was not nightfall. When sunlight ended, cut off by Earth's eight-thousand-mile bulk of stone and metal, the phenomenon was an eclipse. Once in each revolution about the world which was building it, the Platform was eclipsed by Earth. When light returned, it was not sunrise, it was the ending of an eclipse.
McCauley was in charge of the Platform's construction crew, which consisted of himself—a major—and Randy Hall—a captain—and Sammy Breen, a second lieutenant in the Space Service. They lived after a fashion in the cabin of the ship that had brought them and a lot of building material up and out to the orbit the Platform was to follow. When a work period ended, they made their way painfully to that cabin. They made sure that they were inside it before the sun touched the outer limits of Earth's atmosphere and turned orange and deep-red and then disappeared, all within ten seconds. It was necessary, for in Earth's shadow the gossamer-like framework lost heat rapidly. Long before the end of the eclipse, the temperature of the bare metal dropped incredibly. Even with Earth nearby to temper it, it fell to something like two hundred and twenty-odd degrees below zero.
So between work periods there was darkness and unthinkable cold, and half the universe was brilliant stars—sometimes the moon was visible—and the other half looked like a hole in emptiness leading to nowhere. Actually, the seeming abyss was the night side of Earth, and sometimes Randy or young Lieutenant Breen used the telescope and found infinitesimal twinklings on it which could be calculated to be London, or New York, or Paris, or some other metropolis. But the night lights of cities on Earth were not remarkably bright, from three thousand miles out in the planet's shadow. Often, too, there were clouds thick enough to mask any man-made illumination. There was not much to see from the Platform in darkness and at an early stage of its construction.
But after the darkness there came light.
It was not dawn, of course. It began as a reddish-pinkish line which precisely outlined a half circle and formed a visible boundary between absolute blackness and the firmament of stars. The line thickened at its ends and then at its center. Instantly thereafter the sun peered—deep-red—around the edge of the planet Earth. It was a very lively sun. In seconds it reversed the color changes of its disappearance, fading from ruby to gold and then to the furnace-flame color it shows out of the atmosphere. And the crescent of lighted Earth grew broader and broader and suddenly seas and continents and oceans and islands seemed to come pouring out to cover the darkness, like creation happening as a flood.
Then, while the partially built Platform swept onward, without sound or sensation of movement, nothing else happened for a certain time. The three men inside the cabin waited for the metal to warm up from the temperature of liquid air. During full sunshine it went up to the temperature of low-pressure steam. When all the framework was warm enough so it was no longer brittle, the cabin air lock opened. McCauley came out in a silvery space suit. Captain Randy Hall followed him. Lieutenant Sammy Breen came last. McCauley surveyed the framework. Even a tiny meteorite could do damage, because any such object could be expected to hit at a velocity of seven to forty miles per second.