Коллектив авторов - Grantville Gazette 37

"Already decided while you were playing with the aqualator," Johann said. "Martin Zankel has been told to write a letter on behalf of the chapter."

"We won't be the only chapter writing, you know," Zacharias pointed out.

"Of course not. But if we don't send a letter the doctor won't know we're interested in knowing the answer. I expect he'll put together a form letter and send it out to anybody who inquires."

February, Jena

Lips was happily sitting in the sun reading one of Phillip's up-time science textbooks when his light was suddenly cut off. He looked up to see the looming shapes of Fraus Beier and Mittelhausen, and Hans Saltzman blocking out the sun.

"See, he is perfect for the job," Hans said.

"Just because he reads the doctor's books doesn't mean he understands them," Frau Beier said.

Lips used a bookmark to mark where he was and shut the book. "What job?"

"The doctor is distracted by Frau Kastenmayerin's pregnancy, and is not giving his correspondence the attention it needs," Frau Beier said.

"You want me to go through Phillip's mail?"

"Only the letters that raise scientific concerns," Frau Mittelhausen said. "I will continue to manage the business correspondence."

"But why me? Why not Hans? He knows much more about the new science than I do."

"Because someone has to run the laboratories while the doctor is distracted, and besides, your Latin is much better than mine."

"What is it I'm supposed to do?"

"It is a very difficult task. Frau Beier or I would have sent Frau Hardesty a polite letter when she mistook the Sal Vin Betula for an up-time treatment for impotentia coeundi . The doctor saw an opportunity. You must take the doctor's place looking for opportunities."

"But how am I supposed to do that? How does Phillip decide whether or not something is an opportunity or not?" Lips got three matching shrugs in reply.

"Now you see why I don't want the job," Hans said

****

Lips had thought the letters asking about color Kirlian photography lacked any possible opportunity for the company, but he had passed them onto Phillip anyway. There had been a feeling, coming mostly from Dina, that anything that could distract Phillip had to be tried.

Phillip's reaction hadn't been what Lips had expected. Instead of intensifying the efforts to succeed with Autochrome, Phillip had decided to try to photograph Kirlian images with his special camera.

Lips had provided the hand for the image, and it was still stinging as he sat down in the projection room to see what the Kirlian image looked like.

It was a major disappointment. The screen was almost black. The only light showing on the screen was from scratches on the negatives. Phillip walked up to the image for a closer look. "Nothing! If we believed this image, we would be forced to conclude that your hand completely lacks an aura."

"Perhaps the camera was too far away to detect the discharges?"

Phillip studied the projected image for a few moments before shaking his head. "No, it seems my brilliant idea of using the three-color camera to record a Kirlian image has failed. We need to try something different."

Lips moved to the windows and pulled open the heavy drapes. "What about replacing the paper with the film?" he said over his shoulder.

"Well, the paper we left in the usual place to produce a Kirlian image for comparison purposes certainly recorded an image. But the film is just black and white, and we are trying to produce a color image."

"What if we used filters?"

"We have three filters, unless you are hoping to combine plates from three separate Kirlian images . . ."

Lips realized Phillip was thinking of registering problems. Unless the photos exactly overlapped, the image just wouldn't work, and layering the filters would just stop light getting through to the lower plates.

"No, Lips, what we need is plates sensitive to one or other of the primary colors."

"Isn't that what we're trying to do with the Autochrome?"

"Not quite. With the Autochrome, we are trying to make a single plate sensitive to each of the primary colors, whereas what I'm thinking is we sensitize three plates, each to a different color."

****

They tried it with glass negatives first, because that's what they had for the camera. But that hadn't worked. The glass was acting as an insulator, and only the top plate registered anything. That had meant an urgent order had to be sent out for some cellulose acetate sheet-film. Fortunately, there had been a photographer in Jena who had some.

Phillip held the last of the three still dripping negatives up to the red safety-light, and smiled. "We have an image on all three sheets. Now all we have to do is sensitize each sheet of film to a different color."

"How are you planning on doing that?" Lips asked.

"We send an order to Michael for some sheet cellulose acetate that we can apply our own, custom, emulsions onto. And we experiment until we have three dyed plates that give us a color image.

March, Jena

Lips arrived home from lectures to a surprise. The up-timer chemical engineer Phillip had been waiting for had finally arrived.

"Lips, this is Lori Drahuta, she'll be staying in the apartment while she decides whether or not she wants to work at HDG Laboratories," Hans said.

Lips looked enviously at the young woman. She was wearing fancy leather boots, blue jeans, a t-shirt with a fancy design on it, and a denim jacket. "Nice t-shirt."

Lori looked down at the image of St. George defeating a wild dog on her t-shirt. "It's my own design."

"How do you get the image onto the material? Did you paint it?"

"You can, but this is silk-screen. I produced a number of them as a fundraiser for the rabies awareness program."

That word sent a shiver through Lips. Rabies was a disease to be feared, even if the up-timers did have a treatment for it. "Is it the same as wood-block printing?"

"No. If you're interested, I can show you how it's done."

"Yes, please." Lips was definitely interested. He had visions of printing a t-shirt with the image of his hero. If he couldn't afford the jeans and jacket, he could at least afford a printed t-shirt.

****

Lips had expected to dine alone, again. His brother was visiting friends, while Phillip was in Grantville with Dina, who'd given birth to a boy and a girl in the early hours of the twenty-ninth of February, and they were spending a few days in Grantville. Instead, he found the new girl sitting at the table. There was a moment of shock, then he remembered his duties as host. "Good evening, Frau Drahuta."

"Please, make it Lori. And what do I call you?"

My name is Phillip, but family call me Lips, Lori."

"And I'm family?"

"We certainly hope you will join the family here at HDG Laboratories."

"Well, I hope I can fit in, although I was expecting to see Dr. Phil. Whoops!' Lori clapped her hands over her mouth. "Sorry, that just slipped out."

"I haven't heard that name for Phillip before, where did you hear it?"

"Ted and Tracy Kubiak. Apparently Ted started it. But it's not a sign of disrespect, honest. It's just the American tendency to give people nicknames, and well, back up-time there was some guy on TV who went by the moniker of Dr. Phil."

"Dr Phil." Lips tried it on his tongue. It came naturally. Almost more naturally than Phillip, and certainly much easier than Dr. Gribbleflotz, which, with his experience of up-timers, they would have found a bit of a tongue twister. "Why haven't I heard it before?"

"I think it's just a pet name for Dr. Gribbleflotz within a tight group in the Kubiak family."

"Well, I think Phillip would be happy for you to call him Dr. Phil."

"I think I'll stick to Dr. Gribbleflotz until I get to know him better.