Shipbuilder by Marlene Dotterer Page B

to just do it, provided any at all were graduating with degrees in physics. He’d even take a chemist or two. If he was going to nudge the human race into a quicker paradigm shift in technology, he’d do it with all of them.
    ~~~
    That evening at dinner, he told Casey about his chat with Lord Dunmore. "It was... interesting."
    She had changed into a skirt and blouse and was eating quickly, hungry after running around the shipyard all day. She'd been listening with amusement to the story of his day, but picked up on his pensiveness. "How so?" she asked.
    Sam considered how to describe it. "Part of the problem, I suppose, is my own experience with employers. When I first started working, in the seventies, company culture was still pretty strict–managers were managers and workers weren't, if you know what I mean." She nodded and he shrugged. "As a scientist, I pretty much spent my day in the lab and didn't worry too much about it. My boss was also a scientist and he dealt with the bureaucracy. But as I got older, I turned into my boss and I had to deal with it. By that time, the culture had relaxed, but also, by that time, I was working for the Consortium. Bureaucratic, but with a distrustful, spy mentality."
    He paused while Casey laughed at that. He'd known she would.
    "So I'm not wild about managers. It's even worse here and now, though, when the boss is likely to be Lord Someone and there's a culture of elitism behind his shoulder. You know that from your experience at Harland & Wolff."
    "Yeah," Casey gave it some thought. "I think that most of the managers are part of the landed gentry, at least. But there are a lot of foremen who are just regular folks who worked their way up."
    Sam nodded. "Sure, but I'll bet they never go any farther. You have to have that original step of being part of the deserving class."
    Casey looked puzzled. "But you're not looking to run the place, Sam. And they have made you a manager, haven't they?"
    "Aye, but that's not my problem." Sam laughed at himself. "I'm talking to Lord Dunmore and finding myself feeling impatient with the whole system. Maybe it's a reaction to the poverty we've experienced since coming here. It's been a long time since I've had to prove myself to someone who is assuming I'm going to fall on my face. And it's not completely his fault. After all, I can't show him my years of research in quantum physics and string theory and neutrino behavior. All I can do is talk fast about recent discoveries and where I think I can take them, and hope he doesn't think I'm a charlatan."
    "Did he like what you told him?"
    "Aye, he did." Sam was bemused. "In fact, he seemed a little excited about some of the possibilities. But Case, he's a businessman. His background is not in the sciences and his first objective is to make money. Still, I think I convinced him that advancing the technology is the way to get ahead. He's funding my project for an entire year, with an extension guaranteed as long as we have results. Which we will have."
    "That's great! Will you be able to sneak in the time travel research?"
    Sam nodded. "I think so, but it's going to take small steps. I've got to get the technology built up and I can't do that overnight. It'll take years to get us to the point of any practical work."
    He leaned forward and pointed his fork at Casey. "But one thing it does mean, is that you can stop pretending to be a boy."
    Her brows went up. "It does? How's that?"
    He spread his arms wide. "I'll be making plenty of money. My salary alone will give us plenty to spare, but I talked him into a share of any patents and royalties, too. Believe me, those will pay off big-time."
    "And I'm supposed to just be the little woman sitting at home?"
    "Oh, don't start that." He glared at her. "You can do anything you want to. Go back to horticulture. Go back to school. Start a business. But you can do it as a woman."
    He watched her, confused, as she stared uncomfortably at her plate. "What?" he asked.