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Cecil Metus was busy. He was busy punching a padded wall on one side of the gymnasium wall that had been intended for boxing. He had been hitting the wall in practicing for the next Venatio energy match.
“Cecil, Cecil, CECIL!" Todd yelled, trying to get Cecil's attention. Cecil subsequently stopped and turned to face him, sweat pouring down his face as he looked down at his red and bloodied fists. Todd was smiling.
“I've got an atom-smasher idea,” Todd said.
Cecil looked between his fists and Todd. “We won,” he said slowly through clenched teeth. “Didn't you see? We smashed them. We can do the Pipes. Why do we need anything else?”
“Stacy didn't work. You saw how Tim beat the Numbers! It was his anger; it broke the energy somehow. Chris Venatio is onto Stacy anyway, and I don't know if she'll work again. I think he's going to do something about her.”
Cecil stared at Todd through unblinking eyes, as if some deep mental process was at work.
“Besides, I have something better,” Todd continued. “Follow me; we've got work to do."
Cecil did follow Todd back to his house where he had her garage filled with all kinds of tools, instruments, and curious contraptions. There they worked all night until they had developed a roughly-welded steel-gray plate piled high with the typical gray-capped querister quantum processors wired by hand to semiconductor memory modules, silvery-brass titidium antennas, and a black object like a charcoal rock surrounded by crude wire mesh.
"What's this jumbled protonic mess going to do," Cecil said with disappointment. "I worked all night for this?"
"Watch this," Todd said, with similar dark circles prominent beneath his eyes. He flipped a switch imbedded in the modules of the plate so that colored lights flashed across the querister quantum processors. Cecil looked around the dimly lit garage, but couldn't see anything except dark shadows in various places.
"So what?" Cecil said putting his face in his hands. "I don't see a thing!"
"That's the point," Chris said smiling.
"What's the point?" Cecil snapped. "The only point I see as I worked all night and I don't see a thing!"
Todd reached his arm into the contraption and switched it off again. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” Cecil said. “I still don't see anything.”
“Good,” Todd said. “It's working better than I thought.” He reached his hand into the device and switched it on again with a similar reaction. Todd, still smiling, took a long stick it stretched to so that he touched a shadow hanging out in mid-air in his garage. The resulting explosion broke the stick into a million pieces and threw both Todd and Cecil back against the wall.
“It certainly works!” Cecil agreed with a Todd-like smile.
Narration provided by Howard Douglas, based on discussions with Antony Seurata.
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