Free The Gods Themselves by Isaac Asimov

believe me?"
    "Oh, I believe you. But what do you really want?"
    "Well, then, by God," and Lamont brought his hand down flat on the desk before him in a loud slap. "I want to br ight, and that I have, for A im right."
    "You are sure?"
    "I am sure! And there's nothing I am worried about, because I intend to win. You know when I left Chen, I came near to despising myself."
    "You?"
    "Yes, I. Why not? I kept thinking: At every turn Hallam stops me. As long as Hallam refutes me everyone has an excuse not to believe me. While Hallam stands like a rock against me, I must fail. Why, then, didn't I work through him; why didn't I butter him up, indeed; why didn't I maneuver him into supporting me instead of needling him into fighting me?"
    "Do you think you could have?"
    "No, never. But in my despair, I thought—well, allsorts of things. That I might go to the Moon, perhaps. Of course, when I first turned him against me there was as yet no question of Earth's doom, but I took care to make it worse when that question arose. But, as you imply, nothing could have turned him against the Pump."
    "But you don't seem to despise yourself now."
    "No. Because my conversation with Chen brought a dividend. It showed me I was wasting time."
    "So it would seem."
    "Yes, but needlessly. It is not here on Earth that the solution lies. I told Chen that our Sun might blow up but that the para-Sun would not, yet that would not save the para-men, for when our Sun blew up and our end of the Pump halted, so would theirs. They cannot continue without us, do you see?"
    "Yes, of course I see."
    "They why don't we think in the reverse. We can't continue without them. In which case, who cares whether we stop the Pump or not. Let's get the para-men to stop."
    "Ah, but will they?"
    "They said F-E-E-R. And it means they're afraid. Chen said they feared us; they feared we would stop the Pump; but I don't believe that for a moment. They’re afraid. I sat silent when Chen made his suggestion. He thought he had me. He was quite wrong. I was only thinking at that moment that we had to get the para-men to stop. And we've got to. Mike, I abandon everything, except you. You're the hope of the world. Get through to them somehow."
    Bronowski laughed, and there was almost a childlike glee in it. "Pete," he said, "you're a genius."
    "Aha. You've noticed."
    "No, I mean it. You guess what I want to say before I can say it. I've been sending message after message, using their symbols in a way that I guessed might signify the Pump and using our word as well. And I did my best to gather what information I've scrabbled together over many months to use their symbols in a way signifying disapproval, and using an English word again. I had no idea whether I was getting through or was a mile off base and from the fact that I never got an answer, I had little hope."
    "You didn't tell me that's what you were trying to do."
    "Well, this part of the problem is my baby. You take your sweet time explaining para-theory to me."
    "So what happened?" '
    "So yesterday, I sent off exactly two words, our language. I scrawled: P-U-M-P B-A-D."
    "And?"
    "And this morning I picked up a return message at last and it was simple enough, and straightforward, too. It went Y-E-S P-U-M-P B-A-D B-A-D B-A-D. Here look at it."
    Lament's hand trembled as it held the foil. "There's no mistaking that, is there? That's confirmation, isn't it?"
    "It seems so to me. Who will you take this to?"
    "To no one," said Lament decisively. "I argue no more. They will tell me I faked the message and there's no point in sitting still for that. Let the para-men stop the Pump and it will stop on our side too and nothing we can do unilaterally will start it up again. The entire Station will then be on fire to prove that I was right and the Pump is dangerous."
    "How do you figure that?"
    "Because that would be the only way they could keep themselves from being torn apart by a mob demanding the Pump and infuriated at not getting it.