Part 37 (1/2)

Dr. O'Connor frowned. ”I must admit,” he said, ”that the uncertainty as to the constant _k_, and the lack of any real knowledge as to just what kind of force is being applied, have held up our work so far.”

Then his face smoothed out. ”Of course, when we have the teleports to work with, we may derive a full set of laws which--”

”Never mind that now,” Malone said.

”But our work is most important, Mr. Malone,” Dr. O'Connor said with a motion of his eyebrows. ”As I'm sure you must understand.”

”Oh,” Malone said, feeling if he'd been caught without his homework, ”of course. But if you don't mind--”

”Yes, Mr. Malone?” Dr. O'Connor said smoothly.

”What I want to know,” Malone said, ”is this. What are the limitations of this--uh--phenomenon?”

Dr. O'Connor brightened up thoroughly. ”Well, theoretically,” he said, ”there do not appear to be any limitations. However, practical limitations do exist. If the process is at all parallel with psychokinesis, or with levitation”--he stared at Malone, as if daring him to say that it wasn't--”if that parallel exists, then the subject is mentally limited by his own physical strength.”

Malone said, ”What?”

”Try and be patient, Mr. Malone,” O'Connor said calmly. ”Please. As I was saying, the subject is limited by his own physical strength. In other words, he cannot move psionically any subject larger than he can lift physically. This appears to be a psychological limitation which--”

”Oh,” Malone said. ”You mean he couldn't carry off a building, or anything like that?”

”Of course not,” Dr. O'Connor said. ”Nor, as a matter of fact, could he carry off anything that was securely bolted down. I hope you follow me.”

”I think so,” Malone said. ”But look here. Suppose you handcuffed him to, say, a radiator, or a jail cell bar.”

”Yes?”

”Could he get _away_?”

Dr. O'Connor appeared to consider this with some care. ”Well,” he said at last, ”he certainly couldn't take the radiator with him, or the cell bar. If that's what you mean.” He hesitated, looked slightly shamefaced, and then went on: ”But you must realize that we lack any really extensive data on this phenomenon.”

”Of course,” Malone said.

”That's why I'm so very anxious to get those subjects,” Dr. O'Connor said.

”Dr. O'Connor,” Malone said earnestly, ”that's just what I had in mind from the start. I've been going to a lot of extra trouble to make sure that those kids don't get killed or end up in reform schools or something, just so you could work with them.”

”I appreciate that, Mr. Malone,” O'Connor said gravely.

Malone felt as if someone had given him a gold star. Fighting down the emotion, he went on: ”I know right now that I can catch one or two of them. But I don't know for sure that I can hold one for more than a fraction of a second.”

”I see your problem,” Dr. O'Connor said. ”Believe me, Mr. Malone. I do see your problem.”

”And is there a way out?” Malone said. ”I mean a way I can hold on to them for--”

”At present,” Dr. O'Connor said heavily, ”I have no suggestions. I lack data.”

”Oh, fine,” Malone said. ”We need the kids to get the data, and we need the data to get the kids.” He sighed. ”Hooray for our side,” he added.

”There does appear to be something of a dilemma here,” Dr. O'Connor admitted sadly.