Things were going
well, Matt thought to himself. Installation was on schedule, funding
was more than sufficient, and the university was considering moving
him up to full professorship within the year. He kicked a small,
blackened stone in front of him and watched as it skittered across
the floor of the enclosure. A few of the workmen looked up from their
places at the clattering sound. So many of them were on edge, but
they had nothing to worry about, Joan wasn't there.
Matt sighed,
regretting the fact that he couldn't visit with her. He'd counted on
her being there, but on further contemplation, it made sense that
they'd moved Joan. From what he'd heard recently, Joan had become a
bit unstable and accidents involving Joan and her fire were the last
thing Matt needed. Permission may have been granted, but that didn't
mean people didn't have their reservations about the project. The
crew's nervousness was evidence enough of that.
Dr. Muto strolled
over from the other side of the enclosure where he'd been going over
some of the plans.
“You
are distracted,” Dr. Muto observed.
Matt shrugged his
shoulders. “There isn't much for me to do.”
“Are
you not concerned for the installation?” Dr. Muto asked.
“These
guys seem to know what they're doing,” Matt said with a nod toward
the workers.
They walked along
the perimeter while Dr. Muto thought.
“The
people must know you are concerned,” Dr. Muto said at last. “If
they feel that you do not care, how can you expect them to care?”
“They're
just builders,” Matt exclaimed. Dr. Muto's concern over such things
had increased to near obsessive levels over the past few months and
it was beginning to wear on him.
Dr. Muto shook his
head in disappointment. “These are not just builders,” he said,
“These are people who will tell their families, their friends about
what they are doing. You must inspire them so that they, in turn, may
inspire others.”
“All
we're doing is building a power plant,” Matt said.
Dr. Muto pursed his
lips. “Tell me,” he said, “How many countries have fallen?”
Matt shook his head.
“I don't know,” he said, “I haven't been keeping track.”
“Well
you should,” Dr. Muto scolded him. “This world is dying and it's
up to us to save it.”
“I
agree that the world's a mess right now,” Matt said, “but this
one Heat Machine won't be enough to—
“No,
no, no,” Dr. Muto practically shouted.
Heads turned toward
them and Dr. Muto regained his composure.
“It
must go beyond this one Heat Machine,” he said in an undertone,
“but unless the vision goes beyond you and me then other people,
other nations, will ignore us and our world will not be saved.”
“Alright,”
Matt sighed, agreeing more out of a desire to avoid excess preaching
from Dr. Muto than anything else.
Dr. Muto motioned
toward a group of workers who were comparing schematics and Matt
moved to speak with them. Right before he reached the workers, he
looked back over his shoulder to Dr. Muto and saw him smiling proudly
in his direction. It reminded Matt of the looks his parents gave him
when he graduated high school, and then again when he started
college.
“How
are things going?” Matt asked brightly.
The workers looked
up from the schematics and Matt could see the weary expressions in
their faces grow ever so slightly wearier.
“They're
going good,” one of them said in a terse tone before they went back
to studying the schematics.
“Good,”
Matt said, rocking back and forth on his heels, “And the condensers
are coming along nicely?”
The workers looked
up at him for a moment and then returned to what they were doing
without responding. Matt looked down to the schematics and realized
they were not working on the condensers but were, in fact, working on
the inner shell.
“Oh,”
Matt said, his voice a bit muted, “I didn't realize you'd already
finished the condensers.”
“Yup,”
another of the workers said without looking up. “Finished those
last week.”
“Been
working on the inner shell ever since then,” said another.
“Right,”
Matt said, “look, I know there's nothing I can do to help speed
things up here besides leaving you all alone.”
The workers looked
back up at Matt, some of them trying to conceal their smiles while
the others did nothing to hide their amusement at Matt's forward
admission of uselessness.
“The
thing is,” Matt went on now that he had their attention, “this
power plant, this Heat Machine, is really important to me. I've been
fighting to get this thing made for years, and now it's finally
getting built and I just can't help but check in every once in a
while to see how things are going. And just think, we could be the
solution to the energy crisis and end all of the wars going on right
now.” Matt left them to their work after that and was glad to find
Dr. Muto had left for the evening.
* * *
So, I'm not sure how to feel about this chapter. I've been working it and reworking it for a while and though I still feel the need for this chapter, I'm not quite satisfied. I'll keep working on it, but in the mean time, what do you think?