The old Master watched his work through the hologram. He exalted that such advanced technology was in use again, a technology that could bring destruction but also profound wonders. Ancient Wars played in Perez's memory, but also great monuments that still stood.
Sean batted the cudgel away, minute silicas still racing to his hands, basalt chips lifted from gravel and formed up his arms, thickening his limbs to twice their size. It would appear to the others that he was turning into stone but in fact with the control of molecular vibrations, the stone was suspending around his skin. Sean felt nothing of its roughness or its weight. Only in his mind did he sense gravity, where thought acted as an interface to vibration control.
Perez grimaced, Sean was not ideal mental material, the technology would not cure him of his addictions and the ghosts of the ancients would be drawn to him.
Perez watched the hologram as Sean stood, expecting murder. This was a key moment, it would forge Sean's future and indeed he went to strike. Then the pretty dolt, Mnem, said something and he paused his enormous rock hand above his now cowering attacker. The material fell off his arms and formed a pyramid of debris at his feet.
A face appeared in the mirror behind him and Ebba furiously hissed "Fool. Forbidden Science! All our work undone! War!" He turned, defiant but her face had gone.
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The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
