He was. Not he alone, but a thousand
others, working desperately, knowing that the time
was short, working not alone for two men trapped in
time, but for the peace they all had dreamed about that
the whole world had yearned for through the ages.
For to be of any use, it was imperative
that they could zero in the time machines they meant
to build as an artilleryman would zero in a battery
of guns, that each time machine would take its occupants
to the same instant of the past, that their operation
would extend over the same period of time, to the exact
second.
It was a problem of control and calibration starting
with a prototype that was calibrated, as its finest
adjustment, for jumps of 50,000 years.
Project Mastodon was finally under way.