"What do you mean?"
"Mine has unauthorized additions, too — but keep it under your hat. I don't want these other guys to know about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"The color business for one thing. You know as well as I do that no conventional color circuits could be put into a setup like mine."
Devon stared at his fellow engineer. "You didn't design it?"
"No — but it works. Somebody may be playing jokes, but that somebody can make our best staff around here look like peanuts. Turn on your gadget. Let's see how it works."
As if doubting Kennely's sanity, Devon plugged in the cords and watched the tubes and meters come to life. He inspected them critically. His Climat Center receiver showed a perfect image of the dials, but it was not colored.
"I guess they figured you didn't need color," said Kennely. "How can we tell if the prognosticator panel is any good?"
"This is ridiculous, Brian! It couldn't possibly work. This thing would indicate exact temperatures, pressures, and so on. A meteorologist would be laughed out of the business if he claimed he could do that."
"But suppose we set the thing to indicate the data for tomorrow at this time and see how well it checks?"