Parasite Planet. John Russell Fearn
Cesnon explained, and made the introductions as well as he could considering the language difficulty.
When he came to shaking hands with Viona, Mexone lingered for quite a time holding her hand. Nor did Viona withdraw it. She had already decided that Mexone was a good-looking young man—with the black hair which seemed to predominate on this world—keenly intelligent features, and thoughtful brown eyes. Then at last he relaxed his grip and smiled apologetically.
“I should think Mexone, as a scientist of this planet, ought to be able to help quite a lot,” Viona said quickly. “But the difficulty is the language. Father, can you do anything?”
“Mentally transfer the language knowledge?” Abna asked. “Of course I can: it’s up to Mexone. Ask him if he’s agreeable, Cesnon.”
The usual gibberish followed and it ended by Mexone nodding earnestly. It crossed the Amazon’s mind for a moment that the young man was not so anxious to know the language for the sake of that alone as to be able to converse normally with Viona. Whatever his reasons, he submitted calmly enough to the impassive, hypnotic control of Abna as he mentally transferred all knowledge of the English language into the waiting mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
RANDOM ELEMENT
“Marvelous how you do that,” Mexone reflected, when it was over. “Certainly nobody on this planet who’s capable of it.”
“I have done it,” Abna replied, “because since you are a scientist you might be useful. We’re endeavoring to discover the cause of the paralysis which overwhelmed all of you.”
“So are a lot of other people,” Mexone smiled. “The scientists in the city, for instance. Also, a lot is being said about you three wonderful people who’ve dropped in from outer space somewhere—where exactly?”
“A distance of countless light-years,” Abna replied. “That is unimportant. Our aim is to help you, and it is just possible that you are being victimized without knowing it.”
“Oh? By whom?”
“As yet I have no idea—but as my wife has pointed out, it is quite impossible for the paralysis on this planet to have been produced by natural causes. The only other possibility is that it was deliberately created.”
“You are a scientist, Mexone,” the Amazon said. “Can you not form some theory as to how the paralysis was produced?”
“None at all. Nor can any of the other scientists. As I told you, our abilities do not yet rate very high, which is one reason why I can’t believe anybody would wish to scientifically overpower us. We’re beneath notice.”
“That depends on what the unknowns have in mind. You have here a world that might be useful to somebody: your state of civilization doesn’t enter into it.” The Amazon pondered for a moment and then asked quietly, “Have you any knowledge of the process of entropy, of the meaning of thermodynamic equilibrium?”
“We do not understand, friends,” Cesnon said, spreading his hands.
“What is this—er—thermo–something?”
“Thermodynamic equilibrium and entropy are virtually the same thing,” the Amazon explained, “and they are states which apply to the whole universe and not to one particular world; therefore, the law is applicable to this planet as any other. Entropy means the running down of the universe, the state of increasing disorganization which must ultimately end in every trace of disorganization having been accomplished, when the death of the universe will take place.”
Mexone and his father gazed in silence, completely lost. Abna gave a grin and glanced toward the Amazon.
“Your lecture-hall method doesn’t fit the case,” he told her. “Put it in simple language.”
The Amazon sighed. “Very well, but it isn’t going to be easy. Imagine a deck of playing cards—or let us say a deck of cards with each one marked with a higher number. Card one is obviously ‘one,’ and so we go through the deck until we come to card number 100. Now to begin with, your cards are neatly stacked, with the ‘one’ on top and ‘100’ at the bottom. That represents the point at which the universe began, when there was perfect order. But, from the moment of that beginning entropy—or disorganization—set in. The movement of energies, the interchange of forces, caused the perfect order to get more and more out of sequence. Our theoretical cards are no longer neat. We might have card 100 in the middle; card one at the bottom, and card 50 at the top. Clear, so far?”
“If you go carefully,” Mexone replied, pondering.
“Finally, in any state of matter, there must come a time when every possible interchange of energy and so forth has been made. In other words, every possible exchange of cards—and that runs into tens of millions—has been accomplished and no more are possible. At that stage, the matter concerned is said to have reached thermodynamic equilibrium, which means that death has come. Total cessation of molecular movement, which is the basis of material life. The universe is more disordered today than it was yesterday, and this shuffling and reshuffling will continue throughout the untold centuries until eventually no more shuffling or reshuffling will be possible. When that stage is reached there will descend what is called ‘heat death.’ In plain language, that means that with the stoppage of molecular movement, heat and life will cease. It is only the activity of molecules and the energy interchange which keeps matter living.”
“An interesting theory,” Mexone admitted, “even if it does mean that the entire universe is hurrying onwards to doom, same as everything material. But how does it particularly apply to this planet of ours?”
“Expert scientists,’ the Amazon replied, “could produce a localized thermodynamic equilibrium if they wished. I could do it myself in any laboratory. By forces which you do not understand in your present development, the molecules of any matter can be slowed to a standstill, bringing equilibrium and paralysis.”
“Yes, I suppose that is possible, too,” Mexone admitted, “but it is still only a theory, if I may say so. There’s no proof that you are right.”
“On the contrary.” The Amazon leaned forward in her chair. “There is one more point regarding thermo-equilibrium which I must still explain. It is this: when that totally motionless state has been reached, it can be destroyed by the introduction of what is called a ‘random element’.”
“Random element?” Cesnon repeated vaguely.
“For the sake of our scientific illustration,” the Amazon continued, “let us imagine the whole universe has reached the state of thermo-equilibrium and is dead, motionless. Now, from some source outside the known universe there comes either a radiation, a drift of matter, or a force of some kind. What happens? It would mean that disorganization would start up again, and life would gradually return to matter, because this new element would need to be shuffled and reshuffled through endless epochs until the balance was again restored.…
“Our ship,” she continued, “represented a random element introduced into a state of thermo-equilibrium. My husband, daughter, and I left the ship and walked through motionless dust to your store. The existing state of equilibrium was rapidly destroyed.”
Silence. Then Abna spoke: “Since it is fundamentally impossible for one world to reach thermo-equilibrium while the rest of the universe remains normal, it seems to suggest that your world was deliberately put into that condition by scientific forces under intelligent control. The controllers of these scientific forces did not foresee the possibility of a random element in the shape of our advent. Unwittingly, we have undone all the work they built up.”
“And,” Viona put in, “there is one more point which supports the thermo-equilibrium theory. We found everything intensely cold, as far as actual matter was concerned. The air was warm, but that must have been caused by residual warmth remaining from the moment when the paralysis became complete—or even perhaps the air had still not quite succumbed to the general molecular slowdown.”
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