“That’s the spirit,” he said, thumping me on the shoulder. “Come along,
let’s have a look at it.”
He led me down the hall and into a cluttered work room where Hamilton
Eskew, his cadaverous assistant, was working on something that looked
like a large pair of coveralls.
Marchare said, “I’ll describe the suit to you, If you have any
questions just break in and ask them. It’s really quite simple.”
I said, “Uh-huh,” pulled out my notebook, flexed my fingers, and was
all set.
“Externally,” he said, “it closely resembles any self-contained
underwater suit. The body portion is all in one piece. The helmet
clamps down over the head, and the pack on the back contains the
power supply. Any power supply can be used so long as it delivers
approximately ten amperes at ten thousand volts for a reasonable period
of time.”