Martin Devere seemed to be thinking. He watched as the tall man checked to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then carried the bundle of plans over to the electronic oven.
"Baby. You mean your bomb, out there. You think you might actually shoot it off then."
"Oh, maybe, maybe not."
"Couldn't they fire it from Earth by radio?" Devere asked.
"Nope. Somebody might try jamming."
"Oh, I see...."
Martin Devere was silent again until the tall man opened the oven and removed a bundle of gray ash. He dumped the ashes into a bucket and began stirring them with his hand.
"Something else I was wondering about," Devere said. He began cleaning the fragment of ceramic again, his hands working in a slow circular motion.
"Supposing the United Governments find out where it—the bomb is. They might send a missile to blow it up."
"Told you, Pop. Baby can out-run anything else that flies. Wouldn't do them any good."