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“Hux cleared me for double rations of morning pork just last week.”
“Very good, Captain.”
Eric and Mark entered the sedate dining room with the propriety of charging rhinos, spotted the Chairman, and rushed right over. Both wore the same clothes they’d had on the night before and had the wired jittery look of people about to overdose on caffeine.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” Juan said broadly. “What has you two buzzing like a couple of bees?”
“Red Bull and research,” Mark replied.
Cabrillo dropped his pretense of disinterest and asked, “What is that material?”
Eric spoke first. “Something that was just discovered a few years ago.”
“It’s a metamaterial,” Mark said as if that was an explanation.
“That means . . .”
“It’s a material engineered almost at a nanoscale. Its design is what gives it its unique properties, like manipulating light or sound waves.”
“Think of the egg cartons garage bands put up to deaden echoes in their practice spaces. Multiply that by a hundred, and then shrink it down to the nanoscale. The material maintains the precise angles to deflect about anything you want.”
“Would it deaden sound?” Cabrillo asked, thinking he understood.
“Absolutely, only in frequencies we can’t hear.”
Juan realized he didn’t get it at all. “What’s the point?”
“Their shape gives them properties that they wouldn’t normally have. Like the reflective panels on the stealth fighter. Its shape, not the composition of its skin, gives it its stealth characteristics.”
“The skin has stealth properties too,” Mark corrected automatically, because any deviation from absolute truth drove him nuts.
“I’m trying to make a point, if you don’t mind.”
“Fine.”
“So what does this particular metamaterial do?”
“No idea,” Eric said.
“Not a clue,” Murph chimed. “The design of the entire frame determines its exact purpose. The metamaterial makes it happen.”
“Could it bend light around the ship? Make it invisible?”
“Possibly. Or it could work on an electromagnetic wavelength.”
“Even acoustic,” Stoney added.
“Any explanation about why nothing was growing on it down there?”
“Oh, it’s loaded with cadmium. Absolutely toxic.” Seeing Juan’s concerned look, Mark explained, “Cadmium’s mostly dangerous if inhaled or ingested. It’s like mercury. You can handle the stuff, no problem, just don’t let it get into your bloodstream.”
Maurice arrived and placed Juan’s food on the table, lifting the silver dome with a flourish. It was an omelet exactly as Cabrillo wanted—loaded with sausage.
“Okay, you’ve told me what you know, now why don’t you give me a little speculation.”
“When you met with Professor Tennyson, did he mention anything about the French?” Murph asked.
“Actually, he did,” Juan said, recalling the bizarre turn in his conversation with the Tesla expert. “He said that Morris Jessup, the guy who popularized the story of the Philadelphia Experiment, was supposedly killed by French operatives in 1959, and his death made to look like a suicide.”
