Author: Takano-Isorokyu PM
OK, everybody has had the thought, "I wish I could go back to THEN, Knowing what I know now" - but they usually want to be a teen again, or a young adult. But what if you're 55, and suddenly you're in a six year old body?Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Humor - Chapters: 24 - Words: 60,109 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 07-27-12 - Published: 02-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3000217
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"But," I said, looking at the clock, "Unless you have any great objections, I have a Geometry Exam in ten minutes…"
Colonel Hertel looked at me in surprise. "You're worried about a geometry test?"
I looked at him levelly. "Colonel, I need to get those important pieces of paper – diplomas. – Need them, or I won't be taken seriously – ever." I shrugged. "This stuff is – really – fairly simple. The Geometry, for example, is useful. I figure to be an Engineer – that is my first objective. But I can't get there without a high school diploma."
He blinked, "True."
Major Anderson cocked his head. "If you can already understand Gunn diodes, Transferred Electron Devices and you're working with operational amplifier and feedback control devices…you should be in college, not high school."
"Gotta get that paper, Sir." I said. "I'm already cutting as many corners as I dare." The Bell rang. "M'am, and Sirs, excuse me?"
I found out later, that they interviewed Wisowsky. His original story was that they got jumped by a gang of Japanese kids, and then he switched it to Me, leading a gang of Japanese kids. Tommy and Dave came up with similar, but conspicuously different stories.
The inconsistencies tripped the boys up…and, confronted with my story, they pretty quickly caved.
It wasn't as if I wanted to press charges. I was more worried about Dave's excruciating neck pain, and Tommy's broken teeth.
When school let out, Major Anderson was at the school with an official vehicle. That seemed a bit of overkill, but we headed over to the Industrial park.
"Sir, if It's not too forward, I can see you're not rated, and I don't see a Korea ribbon. I get the feeling you probably have an Electrical Engineering degree or possibly a Physics degree."
He chuckled. "Good so far, young man." He glanced my way as he made a turn. "So how'd you wrangle a job with the Sanyo lab?"
It was my turn to chuckle. "I've got a knack for electronics." I said. "I like designing circuits – and I made a few toys. Thing is – one of the fellows in my neighborhood – a Mr. Sato – turns out to have known Toshio Iue during the War…he saw the potential in what I was making, and I wound up on the Sanyo payroll."
Major Anderson grunted. "Kind of lucky, but I get it." He said. "My Japanese is not great – and my technical Japanese is nowhere near what it should be – but the fellow I talked to here, seems to have a high opinion of you."
We got to the Lab, parked, and headed in.
"Steven-San!" said Hiro. "The tracking unit is working most excellent." He bowed deeply, as did Takahashi.
I bowed back.
Major Anderson looked at me with a puzzled look as I introduced him. I got him a lab coat, and as he hung up his Service coat, he looked at me. "Hold it, if I understand this right – they act like THEY work for you."
I sighed. "Well, actually…they do."
"Whaah?" he said.
"I designed these circuits and showed them the methods to do the electron-deposition techniques. The planar deposition techniques are allowing them to build transistors for a HELL of a lot less than the diffused-alloy junction techniques."
"Say what?" he said. "How?"
I shrugged. "Don't ask me." I said. "Ideas come to me, I write them down." I picked up the notebook on my desk. "I can read pretty fast – 450 words per minute – and the technical stuff just seems to – I don't know – make sense."
"Jesus H. Christ on a flipping Crutch." He swore quietly.
I went over to the test rig. "So how's it looking?"
Hiro pointed the microwave gun at a target down the hallway. The camera swiveled in it's mount to follow it. Hiro moved it up and down, and the camera followed smoothly.
Major Anderson whistled. "Sweet."
I heard the door open, and suddenly Hiro and Takabo I heard them both hiss in surprise. They both went white and bowed deeply.
I turned quickly and saw Mr. Iue…and… "Holy Mother of God" I said, and bowed as deeply as the other men.
"Mr. Matshushita, Mr. Iue, how good of you to stop in and see us."
I quickly moved to the door, Major Anderson in my wake. "Mr. Iue, this is Major Anderson, the commander of the 6201 Avionics Maintenance Squadron at Yokota. He is my father's Squadron Commander."
"Ah, yes," said Mr. Iue, shaking his hand, "Mr. Ito said that you would be visiting."
Mr Iue turned. "This is my brother in law, Konosuke Matsushita."
Major Anderson's eyes – well, they darn near bugged out of his head at that point. "Mr Iue, Mr Matsushita, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."
"So," boomed Mr. Matsushita, "I hear you have something very interesting to show us today, Steven-san."
I bowed deeply, rose and smiled widely. "Indeed, Sir. Hiro and Takahashi have been working hard – we just did a power-on test a few minutes ago."
As we walked over, Major Anderson whispered urgently, "what the Hell, kid? You didn't tell me you personally knew the head of Matsushita Inc…or that your boss was his son-in-law…and shit." He swore as he finally made the connection – "Toshio Iue OWNS Sanyo, doesn't he?"
"Well, yeah, Sir." I said, sotto voce. "If I'd told you this back at the school, you would have thought I was feeding you a line of fantasy BS, no?"
He snorted. "OK, I feel like I stepped into a freaking Looking Glass and come out in Wonderland."
Mr Matsushita was examining the microwave transmitter – the designator – we'd built with the Gunn diodes I had told them how to make.
"Very nice." He said as I came over. "Nice power output – and I can see some interesting applications for this technology."
"Most assuredly, Matsushita-san." I said. "As your people gain experience in making them, there are – literally – thousands of applications." I was visualizing shiploads of Panasonic Microwaves headed out of Japan in a few years.
He smiled and inclined his head. "I am looking forward to your ideas, Steven-san."
I bowed back. I did have a pretty good idea of the manners in this society…and Matsushita was Iue's patron, as he was mine. As a member of the Kanban, the corporate heads that, essentially, ran Japan, much as the Samurai Warlords had done before the Meiji Restoration – this fellow was just about the top of the food chain here.
He handed me the generator wand, which I handed to Major Anderson. It was essentially a large flashlight, with a parabolic bell housing to focus the microwaves. "This is the designator." I said. "You point it at the object and the receiver unit will face the aiming point." I pointed at the camera pedestal. It was a standard TV camera mount, power-assist.
The differential amplifiers were driving the pedestal mount motors to keep the camera on the aim point.
"It doesn't HAVE to be a camera in the mount." I told him… "and…it doesn't have to be a fixed mount."
"Yeah. " he said. "I was wondering about that."
I went over to an easel with some butcher paper. I flipped over the first sheet. "here's my thought." I said. "One of the problems the Air force had in the Cuban Crisis last fall was those SA-2 Guideline SAMs."
He blinked in surprise.
"So, using these circuits, we can drive a set of guidance fins. The Achilles heel of a Radar guided missile – right now – is that it requires a ground based Radar for acquisition and initial guidance." I pointed to the diagram. The Spoon Rest radar is used for target acquisition, the Fan song is used for terminal guidance." I chuckled. "The one problem is that the SA-2 has no on-board terminal guidance – it is all ground control. Take the ground stations away, and the operators are blind." I chuckled, "It's a flying telephone pole of explosives, and totally ballistic."
Major Anderson looked with some unease at the Japanese Nationals in the office.
"The Japanese understand information security, Major Anderson." Said Mr. Iue. "Hiro and Takehashi are trustworthy."
"I call this an anti-radar bomb." I told the Major. "I was thinking about the Azon and Double Azon projects the navy used in WWII."
"The big thing is," I said, "is expense." I shook my head. "What I was thinking is, we build the receiver unit in a package that screws into the nose of a Mark-80 series bomb. The receiver powers a rudder and elevator combo unit that we screw into the tail section of the bomb…then we just point it at the Spoon Rest and Fan Song radar antennas, and let them home on them.'
Mr Iue looked at Major Anderson – "my people are making the initial estimate that we can produce the guidance and tail packages for around $500 per bomb."
"As opposed, to, say, $7000 for the AGM-65 Shrike Anti-radar missile." I said.
"Whoa." Said Major Anderson dazedly. "This is WAY above my paygrade."
"I mean, Ok, you still have the initial cost of the bomb," I said, "but this package will allow you to take an existing weapon in the inventory, and make it into a Anti-radar weapon."
"damn, kid." Said Major Anderson. "You don't think small, do you?" he wiped his brow. "I need to call Fifth Air force and I need to call them most skosh."
I grinned. "Phone's over there."
Mr Matsushita was smiling broadly. "I am not sure I like the idea of making weapons again." He said. "But it will feel good to see Japanese Weapons being used by the Americans – because they are the best ones, again."
"A business man gives good value for the customer's money." I said. "and…a strong America, at the moment is in Japan's best interest, no?"
"Truth." Said Mr. Iue.
"I do not pretend to guess if you will decide to embrace America or Japan, Steven-san." Said Mr. Matsushita. "But I think your ancestors would be proud."
I smiled, but it was thin. "I am not sure of my Japanese family." I told him. "My mother is very vague about her family, as is, for that matter, my father when he speaks of HIS family." I shook my head. "But I think – well, a Gaijin who works with Japanese Business is welcome, as long as he is useful…but I will probably wind up as an American with strong ties to Japan, sir."
Major Anderson returned. He was sweating now, and clearly looked worried. "Uh, excuse me, sirs," he asked Mr. Matsushita and Mr. Iue. "I need to speak to Steven."
He took me aside. "I didn't think about it until I was talking to General Woods." He looked into my face. "How do you know so much about the SA-2 and the Shrike?"
I shrugged and put out my hands. "I read the papers – Aviation Weekly and Air Force Magazine?"
"right." He said. "You said the Guideline uses the Spoon Rest search acquisition radar and Fan Song terminal Guidance. That's classified information – and the AGM-65 Shrike program – the only reason I know about it was that we were discussing it when I was at Air command and Staff college last year…but that is also classified."
"Aw crap." I thought to myself. "It's classified SECRET right now – but it was unclas a few years from now. Shit." I tried to keep my face impassive.
"Tell you the truth, sir, I don't know." I said. "Seems like I remember reading all that somewhere…but, for the life of me, I can't tell you where."
"They wouldn't drug me or something, would they?" I thought to myself. I had probably let myself get a bit too cocky, here.
As long as they didn't score the iPad. Even password protection wouldn't save it if they disassembled it.
You know, some comments would be nice…even if it's just "You suck, stop polluting my bandwidth."
I can see a lot of people are looking at this, but hardly anybody is saying much.