“What the hell does that mean? This isn’t fucking mission control. This is us blowing the last of our damn grant on your screwed up shit. We are anything but good to fucking go.”
She sidled up next to him and batted her eyes. “Awwww, doesn’t Weo wike me anymore?” She topped it off with a devastatingly cute pouting of her lower lip.
Leo shoved her over with an elbow, but he could not stop the embarrassed grin that cast off his glowering frown. They were, in many ways, antagonists toward one another, but they both knew he carried a small torch for his oddly hued lab-mate, piercings, ink, and all.
Kris straightened up, smiled back, and moved over to her computer. “Besides, you can’t blame me for being the only one to come up with an idea that actually works when our wacko benefactors threaten to pull the plug.”
“Works, my ass. You’ve got dubious science backed up by crappy engineering, Kris. The only things that we’re going to get out of running your rig are some smoked magnets. That and a zero balance on the piss-poor pittance Windward let us keep.”
“And I suppose we would have been better off running your simulations? Again?” She shook her head and began her program. A loud hum issued from the LINAC as its magnetic fields built slowly.
“Yes, we would. Gravity wave propulsion is about as mature a science you can get in this field, and I’ve got the simulation data to back my ideas up. I’m doing real fucking physics, not tinkering like some garage inventor. I’m following in the footsteps of established trailblazers, not just throwing ideas at a wall to see if anything sticks. I’ve got a friggin’ heritage to uphold! After all, my father was with NASA’s Breakthrough Propulsion Physics Group.”
Kris keyed in the parameters for the next phase of her program. The cone shook briefly, silently in her target chamber. “Please! He was a grad student attached to it for like two months before it was disbanded! Just don’t bring up your father again. If I have to hear about him at BPPG, or NASA, or JPL one more time, I’m gonna spew.”
“Screw you, chica. I’m not the one with daddy issues.”
She pointed a finger at him, and the look in her eyes froze Leo. “Do not even think about continuing what you were about to say. You will regret it. Your unborn great-grandchildren will regret it.” Kristene was a kooky, happy-go-lucky sort of genius, but there were two things that were absolutely off limits in regards to her. The first was any criticism of the way she chose to decorate the canvas of her form, whether that be her ever-changing hair color, her nose or brow ring, or the colorful tattoos crawling up her left arm. The second was the subject of her father, an abusive loser who had done only one good thing her entire life—abandoning Kris and her mother when the young girl was only ten years old. Kris hid the damage he had done to her, but the damage was still there.
Leo closed his gaping mouth. “I’m just saying that Windward would probably be more appreciative of some established, cutting-edge science. If we’d spent the money on my sims, we could have shown Dr. Hastings my gravity shield effect, we could have shown him my grav wave impeller, and the next generations of the Alcubierre warp drive, whatever.”
“Yes, Leo. Your sims are very pretty, but they also require these huge, impractical, and impossible to achieve energy densities. Face it, the only easy way to generate useful grav waves is by shaking a neutron star, and we’re fresh out of those. Now if you could come up with some sort of big bang in a box, your fancy sims might be workable, but without a suitable power source you just have some elegant theoretical physics. Thing is, Windward doesn’t want theories. They want an engine—and three guesses why, if you believe the internet about Gordon Lee. But they gave us a grant to build an engine, and K-Mart is the only shot we have left.”
Leo shook his head and turned to check the bank of gauges and oscilloscopes supporting Kristene’s experiment. “‘K-Mart’. That has to be the worst fucking name for an experiment in the history of science. Why not just call it a photon drive so everybody knows what a dead-end it is?”
She pouted. “It’s clever. It’s all about the ‘blue-light special’.”
He tapped a coolant pressure gauge and then turned back to her. “Yeah, yeah. Anyways, you’re probably right. I wouldn’t expect some soulless corporation like Windward to have anything approaching the sort of vision you need to appreciate my level of science. I mean, Hastings is all right, but with this sort of company it’s usually just bottom-line bastards like that Kelley guy.”
The cone began to glow with a soft cerulean light, and Kristene nodded. “I don’t care if what’s-his-name’s got a vision, or a soul, or anything else. As long as he’s got a checkbook and a job for me after school, I’m good.”
Leo grinned. “Mercenary.”
“Potty-mouth.” She grinned back. Kristene took one last look at the computer and blew a long, apprehensive whistle. “LINAC’s charged, K-Mart fields are oscillating at target frequency and sync’d up, and beam lenses are good. I’m ready to make me some history!”
Leo shook his head at her beaming face. “Where did you say you put that fire extinguisher?”
“Oh, ye of little faith.” She turned back to the test chamber. The blue glow from the conical array scintillated captivatingly. Her finger hovered over the ENTER key. “3 … 2 … 1 … Go!” Kristene jabbed her finger down, executing the program and triggering a stream of powerfully accelerated electrons from the LINAC.
And the lab promptly exploded.
It was not precisely true to say that the laboratory in the basement of the Physics Building exploded. It would be more correct to say that half the lab was flash irradiated to the point of brittle failure, and the other half of the lab was blown outward in the pressure wave cast by the passage of the rapidly accelerating conical array. Once the transient pressure wave passed, the irradiated half of the lab was then torn apart by the rebounding air. In essence it was closer to a linear eruption than a classical explosion. The line of demarcation between irradiation or pressure wave was defined by the test chamber and the plane perpendicular to the cone.
When the beam of high energy electrons from the LINAC entered K-Mart, the toroidal string of magnets smoothed the stream into a regimented flow of particles, while the last magnet in the string defocused the stream, spreading electrons uniformly over the inner surface and first layer of the superconducting nanowire mesh cone. The high frequency electromagnetic field generated by the mesh absorbed the significant energy of the electrons and stopped them cold, leaving them to drain off the mesh at a very low potential. The energy absorbed by the field passed without loss through a region of spacetime with some rather unique boundary conditions, and into the synchronized field set up by the closely spaced outer surface and second layer of the cone. This field, so intimately linked with the first field, sought some way of coming back to equilibrium and achieving restoration of the specially bounded region between the fields, and so it did.
The blast of photons that emerged from the cone’s outer field were more than mere braking radiation from the halted electrons. They were the universe’s attempt to maintain the conservation of momentum and energy in the face of an unstoppable force coming up against an impenetrable barrier. Photons of an energy not seen outside quasars and the birth of the universe itself rocketed out from the cone and struck the target chamber, melting and blasting off the door, and then burned down the rest of that half of the lab.