After nearly five weeks of being continually on the move he was starting to feel jaded and travel-weary. The magnificent mountains and wide-open spaces were a tonic: just what he needed to buck up his spirits and restore his mental edge.
"What do you think, Gavin, is the information of any use?" Binch wanted to know, tucking his pudgy hands into the pockets of his voluminous trousers. He weighed 250 pounds, and knew the risk, but had failed miserably at practically every kind of diet. The only thing left was to have his jaw wired up.
Chase nodded. "I'll have to work the technical stuff into the text somehow, soften it up. The pieces are aimed at the lay reader, not scientists, so it'll have to be pitched at that level."
"Let me tell you something," Binch said frankly. "A few years ago I'd have kicked you out the door as one more environmental crank. I used to think it was a load of hogwash; you know, reporters, TV pundits trying to jump on the scare bandwagon."
"But not anymore?"
Binch shook his head so that his jowls quivered. "There's too much going on up there we don't know about." He nodded toward the empty blue sky. "And what we do know isn't exactly reassuring. Living with DELFI has taught me that much."
"You use DELFI for climatic modeling," Chase said.
"Right. Determining Environmental Logistics for Future Interpretation." Binch made a face. "Damn fool name, I know, but I guess we're stuck with it."
Chase's research for his piece on computer weather modeling came in useful here. He'd learned that as far back as 1978 the major nations had cooperated in mounting a climate monitoring survey, known as the Global Weather Experiment. It was an ambitious multimillion-dollar program involving the simultaneous launching of five geostationary satellites and two polar-orbiting satellites. Aircraft from a score of nations fitted with sensitive measuring equipment carried out a systematic probing of the atmosphere and the oceans. More than forty surface vessels were used to make oceanic and atmospheric observations in the Southern Hemisphere, and a network of automatic data buoys supplied a constant update on currents, wind strength, and rainfall.
The purpose of the Global Weather Experiment had been to collect data as a basis for computer modeling studies, but it was then realized that existing installations were hopelessly inadequate in handling this wealth of information. What was needed was a computer simulation facility that could formulate a mathematical model of the exceedingly complex climatic system worldwide, able to simulate every variability in climate caused by natural and man-made changes in the atmosphere and oceans, and come up with accurate long-term predictions.
Thus, in 1988, DELFI came into being. Acknowledged from the start as the most powerful and sophisticated facility of its kind, DELFI had further improved its capability by receiving information by microwave link direct from ATOP 7 (Astronomical and Terrestrial Observation Platform), which was the latest U.S. space platform and the first nonmilitary one, completed two years before.
"How far ahead are you forecasting?" Chase asked.
"Currently we're running three predictive programs--ten, fifteen, and twenty years." Binch was about to say something else, and hesitated.
"Restricted?" Chase said astutely.
Binch nodded, meeting Chase's eye with a sour smile. "As you might know, the military have a finger in this, as in everything else. I guess they think the Russians should have to sweat for their own climatic predictions instead of getting ours for peanuts."
"I can see that. But I don't see the military application."
"Me neither. If C02 is going to be a problem twenty years from now, it'll be the same for everybody. There's no military value in that so far as I can figure out."
"Unless you're the first to know about it and plan accordingly," Chase said, testing a speculation. Yet even supposing DELFI predicted a sharp rise in carbon dioxide over the next twenty years, so what? Such an increase had been recognized and plotted for decades. Did Bill Inchcape know something else that he couldn't reveal?
Binch returned to the desk and eased himself down. "You'll appreciate I can't say more, Gavin. If ASP got to hear I'd even been talking to you they'd ball me out and cancel my pension."
"ASP?"
"Advanced Strategic Projects. They're some kind of scientific offshoot of the army based at the Pentagon. I don't know a lot about them except they rank pretty high in the Defense Department."
"How often do you submit information to them?"
"Hey now," Binch protested mildly. "Don't dig too deep." He took his time lighting a cigarette and sucked in a lungful of smoke. "This is strictly off the record, okay? We give them an update when there's been any significant change, usually about every six months. There's no set schedule."
Chase showed surprise. "Things change that rapidly?"
