"You wouldn't use it,” Greg went on, “because it would remove the stranglehold you have on the planets. It would make power too cheap. It would eliminate the necessity of your rented accumulators. The Jovian moons and Mars could stand on their feet without the power you ship to them. You could make billions in legitimate profits selling the apparatus to manufacture the energy… but you wouldn't want that. You want to be dictator of the Solar System. And that is what I intend to stop."
"Listen, Manning,” said Chambers, “you're a reasonable man. Let's talk this thing over without anger What do you plan to do?"
"I could put my material engines on the market,” said Greg. “That would ruin you. You wouldn't move an accumulator after that. Your Interplanetary stock wouldn't be worth the paper it is written on. Material energy would wipe you out."
"You forget I have franchises on those planets,” Chambers reminded him. “I'd fight you in the courts until hell froze over."
"I'd prove convenience, economy and necessity. Any court in any land, on any planet, would rule for me."
Chambers shook his head. “Not Martian or Jovian courts. I'd tell them to rule for me and the courts outside of Earth do what I tell them to."
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Greg straightened and backed from the desk. “I hate to ruin a man. You've worked hard. You've built a great company. I would be willing, in return for a hands-off policy on your part, to hold up any announcement of my material energy until you had time to get out, to save what you could."
Hard fury masked Chambers’ face. “You'll never build a material energy engine outside your laboratory. Don't worry about ruining me. I won't allow you to stand in my way. I hope you understand."
"I understand too well. But even if you are a dictator out on Mars and Venus, even if you do own Mercury and boss the Jovian confederacy, you're just a man to me. A man who stands for things that I don't like."