distinguishing characteristic features whatsoever. It doesnât know what the value of Planckâs constant is supposed to be. â
âIt doesnât know.â
âBut Iâll tell it! Iâll lie to it! The first thing Iâll show the Planck juice will be a one-meter tunnel of wave guide! So the Planck length will seem like one meter instead of 10 -33 centimeters! Thatâs a hundred-decillion-fold amplification, Fletcher!â
âHarry, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
âThe Planck length is the size level at which quantum uncertainty takes over. The Planck juice will be manipulated into behaving as if the Planck length were one meter. And Iâll absorb the juice. What the blunzer is going to do for me is to greatly magnify the uncertainty around me. Things will do what I tell them to!â
âLetâs backtrack a little, Harry. Weâve got the Planck juice in the wave guide now. The wave guide takes it to the hotshot table, which injects it into your brain andââ
âI get blunzed.â Harry jumped up and down with excitement. âLetâs get to work, Fletch. Youâre going to be in charge of the sequencing.â
âIs it dangerous?â
âItâs possible that all of central Jerseyâll go up when those gluons hit the vortex coil. But of courseââ
âWe know itâs going to work,â I chortled. âOr you wouldnât have been able to make Godzilla happen yesterday.â
Harry and I went over the procedure a few more times, and then he and Antie and I got to work putting everything together. Time passed.Before I knew it, night had fallen. Someone was pounding at the front door.
âWho is it?â called Antie in her old womanâs voice. âWhoâs there?â
âSondra. Let me in, guys.â
8
Magic Doors
âS ONDRA , the point is to see it work. We know it works. Thatâs why we built it. Fletcher, you talk to her. Iâm going in the chamber now.â Harry hovered near the heavy, copper-swathed door like a fat man entering a steam-bath.
âGood luck, Harry.â I stepped forward and shook his hand. âThe effects will last till midnight, right?â
âIf Iâve got it calibrated correctly. Weâll only use a hundred grams of the gluons. First Iâll take care of the time travel and then Iâll open up a door to another world.â
âWhy?â Sondra burst out. Sheâd been asking questions ever since weâd let her in, and she didnât seem to like the answers sheâd been getting. I wished she would go away and let us destroy the universe in peace.
âLook,â I said, âcould you please just get out of the way?â
âSo itâs no girls allowed, huh? What if I call the cops?â
âAntieâs a girl,â said Harry. âSort of. Weâre not doing anything illegal.â He stood there, thinking, his hand on the fridgeâs door latch. âSondra, Iâm going to be master of space and time for two hours. Is there something youâd like me to do for you during that period of time? Wouldnât you like to have blond hair and a bod that wonât quit?â
âHe can make you look like Beva LeClaire,â I suggested. Beva was the latest Hollywood sex symbol, the Marilyn Monroe of the 1990s. âWouldnât you like that, Sondra?â
âIâd rather be able to fly.â
âDone,â said Harry. âNow shut up and watch.â With a last nervous smile Harry stepped into the cubical blunzing chamber. A cloud of frost crystals billowed out, and then the refrigerator door slammed shut.
I slid aside a piece of the copper sheathing and peered in through the window weâd set into the door. Harry lay down on the hotshot table, waved his fist, and fitted on a breathing mask.
âTurn on the microwave, Antie.â
âCheck, Dr.
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