All the technicians felt the flow of power as the energy supplied by the S6G power plant of the Los Angeles announced its arrival at the doorway. The LED lighting lining the rectangular outer frame flared to life, informing them they had acceptance of the electrical flow from the Los Angeles to the doorway.
“Initiate surge protection for Los Angeles,” Virginia said into the extended and flexible microphone. “Okay, let’s bring lasers one through seventy-eight online.”
The room was illuminated as not quite half of the powerful lasing system became active. The straight lines of bluish-green light slammed into the lead-lined wall at the back of the test area. The soft metal started to melt as the light beams began to heat up.
“Master Chief, how is the propellant element in the collider?”
Jenks leaned over his console and studied the interior-mounted camera and spied the most precious part of the collider — the basic element in the universe — electrons.
Jenks leaned back. “Europa says the collider is online.” His eyes went to Virginia and it told her that the master chief was still not comfortable. He understood the design and the theory behind it, but for some reason Jenks was terrified of this machine. Virginia knew he had good reason to fear not only the technology, but the philosophic ramifications.
“Coolant charge?” Moira asked, trying to get Virginia’s attention away from the doubting Jenks. Moira was watching the glass above them and the people in the observation room. She locked eyes with Colonel Collins, who was watching her closely, enough so Moira felt pressed. Since the disappearance of young Ms. McIntire and the Israeli woman Anya she had felt the pressure to assist while she still had the credibility to do so.
“We changed out the coolant lines inside the collider. We installed the much more efficient heavy metal coolant. The collider should never reach beyond critical mass as long as the metal cools the system. Nothing to leak.”
Moira was amazed at how efficient this group was in understanding a science it had taken her thirty years to comprehend. These people took the technology in stride without missing a beat. If she had had people such as these she would have succeeded with her true goal years ago. The Traveler shook her head in amazement.
Virginia took a deep breath. “Europa, are we ready to initiate revolutions?”
“Power at thirty-four percent. Test initiated at zero one twenty-six hours and thirty seconds. Ready to begin, Doctor,” said the sexy voice, who seemed to be back to her old self thanks to Morales.
“Thank you.” Virginia turned and looked up at the observation suite and the face of Niles Compton, who nodded that she had the go-ahead. Her gaze lingered for longer than necessary as she wondered for the thousandth time if what they were doing was morally right — they already knew it was highly illegal. She nodded and then turned her attention back to the console in front of her. She looked at the plastic cover over the start button and she reached out and lifted the clear protector. Without ceremony or another cautious thought, Virginia slammed her hand down on the switch.
“Initiating revolutions. Europa, power to remaining lasers, please.”
“Power initiated, Doctor,” Europa said, and then went silent.
The air was immediately sucked from the room and for just the briefest of moments it was as if the staff on the main floor felt the vacuum of space erupt inside. It passed after only a moment and then the world of building 114 exploded with bright blue and green light. The spinning doorway started revolving at tremendous speed as one magnet sent power to the next, creating a speed that only Europa could keep up with. The cylindrical light formed into a solid tunnel of blue and green and the doorway’s opening slammed into the lead-lined wall in the back and then an incredible thing happened. It was like a wave of water breaking upon a surf wall. The light actually bent, straightened, and then settled. The magnets inside the cylindrical collider screamed as the air inside was pushed aside at light speed. Finally the mercury coolant was sent into the collider and the loud scream was silenced.
Every hair on every head and arm shot straight up before settling.
The Wellsian Doorway was now open, to what dimension was anyone’s guess.
Eyes went wide and just as Henri Farbeaux entered the room the very air beyond the window came alive with energy. The effect was so powerful that Farbeaux felt the tug as the magnetic field momentarily gave all men and women in range a fit of anxiety the likes of which had never been experienced.
The flickering light beyond the glass had a surreal quality to it as Jack and Niles stepped closer to the glass. They heard Virginia call for an increase in electromagnetic flow to the collider as it started to spin faster and faster as the magnets started firing, forcing the tungsten steel that made up the walls of the collider to send the spinning doorway from one magnet to the next, firing at incredible speed so fragile that the timing had to be controlled through Europa for the instantaneous calculations that had to be made in microseconds. The laser system created a funnel that hit the lead-lined wall, but due to the low flow of power at only fifty percent, reaching arms of the doorway were held captive inside the confines of this dimension. The effect was spectacular and one of the more frightening either Jack or Niles had ever seen. The lasers created a tunnel-like effect that painted a bright picture of spinning fluorescent lighting. The tunnel would pulse every ten seconds and a bubblelike sphere would slam into the reinforced wall as it sought to break free of the power restraints forced upon it by Europa. This was a caged animal that did not like being controlled.
“We have a power loss on magnet’s fifty-six and seventy-one. Europa is compensating with power to magnets fifty-seven and seventy-two,” Jenks called out as the effect of the open doorway started to change the very air around them. Papers rustled and the flooring shook and then stabilized as the collider brought itself back into balance with the assistance of Europa.
“You must explain to me about this Europa someday,” Moira said as she listened to the Marilyn Monroe voice synthesizer.
The rattling of equipment stopped as the doorway settled into a steady hum and the artificial wind calmed to a light breeze as if the air conditioners were on.
“What is the main core temp?” Virginia asked.
“Collider housing is at three hundred and forty-five degrees and holding, far below minimum safe.”
Jenks heard the technician say “safe” and he huffed. “That’s a hopeful euphemism.”
“Knock it off, Harold,” Virginia said as she tried to concentrate on the doorway and the effect it was having on the immediate environment. She did not care for the instability of the air near the spinning doorway. It wasn’t just the effect of the powerful collider spinning in the opposite direction of the particle accelerator creating the false wind they were feeling, it was the smell. It was like they were breathing old, very damp, stale air from some place other than their immediate atmosphere.
“Status by station,” Virginia said into the microphone as she slowly lowered herself into her chair.
“Los Angeles, engineering, reactor is optimal and power cables are holding, Doctor,” came the calm voice of the civilian propulsion specialist onboard inside the old submarine’s engineering spaces. “Power output at forty percent and holding.”
“Electromagnetic halo is holding, two units down, and the compensation is holding,” called out one of her nuclear specialists monitoring the power flow through the hundreds of magnets lining the collider.