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Story: Closing Time (Catch-22 2)
"And one of the brightest too."
Bingam turned dubiously to the men on his left. A few of them nodded. He frowned.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and swiveled his sober mien to the specialists on his right.
A few of these nodded fearfully too. Some glanced away.
"That's funny," Bingam said slowly. "I see that light standing on the corner table and it looks perfectly still."
"That's because," offered Milo, "it's moving so fast."
"It's moving faster than light," said Wintergreen.
"Can light move faster than light?"
"Certainly."
"You can't see light when it's moving, sir."
"Absolutely, Colonel Pickering?"
"Positively, General Bingam."
"You can only see light when it isn't there," said Milo.
"Let me show you," said Wintergreen, surging to his feet impatiently. He snapped off the lamp. "See that?" He switched the lamp back on. "Notice any difference?"
"I see what you mean, Gene," Bingam said. "Yes, I'm beginning to see the light, eh?" General Bingam smiled and inclined himself along the arm of his chair. "Put simply, Milo, what does your plane look like?"
"On radar? It won't be seen by the enemy. Not even when armed with all its nuclear weapons."
"To us. In photographs and drawings."
"That's secret, sir, until you get us some funding."
"It's invisible," added Wintergreen, with a wink.
"I understand, Eugene. Invisible? It's beginning to sound like the old Stealth."
"Well, it is a bit like the old Stealth."
"The B-2 Stealth?" cried Bingam with shock.
"Only a little bit!"
"But better than the Stealth," Milo put in hastily.
"And much prettier."
"No, it's not like the old Stealth."
"Not the least little bit like the old Stealth."
"I'm glad of that." Bingam relaxed again onto his armrest. "Milo, I can say with confidence that all of us here like what I'm hearing from you today. What do you call your wonderful new airplane? We'll have to know that much."
"We call our wonderful new plane the M & M E & A Sub-Supersonic Invisible and Noiseless Defensive Second-Strike Offensive Attack Bomber."
"That's a decent name for a defensive second-strike offensive attack bomber."
Bingam turned dubiously to the men on his left. A few of them nodded. He frowned.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and swiveled his sober mien to the specialists on his right.
A few of these nodded fearfully too. Some glanced away.
"That's funny," Bingam said slowly. "I see that light standing on the corner table and it looks perfectly still."
"That's because," offered Milo, "it's moving so fast."
"It's moving faster than light," said Wintergreen.
"Can light move faster than light?"
"Certainly."
"You can't see light when it's moving, sir."
"Absolutely, Colonel Pickering?"
"Positively, General Bingam."
"You can only see light when it isn't there," said Milo.
"Let me show you," said Wintergreen, surging to his feet impatiently. He snapped off the lamp. "See that?" He switched the lamp back on. "Notice any difference?"
"I see what you mean, Gene," Bingam said. "Yes, I'm beginning to see the light, eh?" General Bingam smiled and inclined himself along the arm of his chair. "Put simply, Milo, what does your plane look like?"
"On radar? It won't be seen by the enemy. Not even when armed with all its nuclear weapons."
"To us. In photographs and drawings."
"That's secret, sir, until you get us some funding."
"It's invisible," added Wintergreen, with a wink.
"I understand, Eugene. Invisible? It's beginning to sound like the old Stealth."
"Well, it is a bit like the old Stealth."
"The B-2 Stealth?" cried Bingam with shock.
"Only a little bit!"
"But better than the Stealth," Milo put in hastily.
"And much prettier."
"No, it's not like the old Stealth."
"Not the least little bit like the old Stealth."
"I'm glad of that." Bingam relaxed again onto his armrest. "Milo, I can say with confidence that all of us here like what I'm hearing from you today. What do you call your wonderful new airplane? We'll have to know that much."
"We call our wonderful new plane the M & M E & A Sub-Supersonic Invisible and Noiseless Defensive Second-Strike Offensive Attack Bomber."
"That's a decent name for a defensive second-strike offensive attack bomber."
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