By the time I got to Livermore in 1975, the game had changed.
Curtis Lemay and company were gone.
Build up as a concept was gone.
It had become a much more nuanced strategy.
The only objective was to keep it a game nobody could possibly win.
This meant constant game theory tinkering with all those inventory numbers which Brian and the world found so obscenely bloated -- and which MIRV had thrown into a cocked hat.
From an unimpeachable source, I heard about a session where Soviet scientists visited the lab for a secret briefing.
The briefing was to end as soon as Teller's hand picked young turk could sense that they "got it."
It had to do with x-ray lasers.
At some point young Lowell Wood said, "OK, that will be all."
Security men marched on the black board and literally walked it out of the room and into a nearby vault.
"Thank you for your interest in our program."