The Quantum Prophecy

The phone buzzed again. “Mr Cross?”

“What do you want, Jeff?”

“Can you spare a few minutes?”

“What’s the problem?”

“We’re having trouble getting the nucleus up to speed. Or, rather, we can get it up to speed, but then it’s not stable.”

“Sounds like an imbalance in the mag-lev platform. Put Rose on to it. She’s the expert.”

“I already asked her, Mr Cross. She said you told her the diagnostic scanner was more important than anything else.”

“All right. I’ll talk to her.”

Victor Cross left his office, went out on to the walkway and peered down at the cavern below. Dozens of people – most of them in military uniforms – milled about.

In all, the complex was currently home to over a hundred people, with another hundred expected to arrive within the next day.

As Victor walked along the rough-hewn corridors, he met two workers awkwardly carrying a life-sized glass statue of a girl. Victor stopped them. “I told you to bring her to the upper store room. That’s up on level one. She already was on level one! What are you doing down here with her?”

The two men exchanged a nervous glance. One of them said, “Er… It kind of fell. Over the rail.”

Victor glared at them. “What?”

“It was an accident, Sir! I tripped and, well, it just fell over the edge. I tried to grab it but it slipped out of my hands.” The man nodded to his companion and they set the statue back on its feet.

Victor walked around it, examining it carefully. It appeared to be intact, other than the finger marks in the light coating of dust.

“She fell from level one down to here? That’s six floors. And no fractures, cracks, or chips. Not even a scratch.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry. I don’t know what this thing is made out of, Mr Cross, but it’s not glass. Whatever it is, it seems to be absolutely invulnerable.”

5 (#ulink_5c27aa74-31eb-5cc7-a85b-8326de2a6041)

THE WAGNERS’ MYSTERY Day party passed off the same as it had every year; the adults all drank too much and started singing, and the younger kids fought over board games.

After a couple of hours, Colin and Danny decided that going for a walk was a more attractive option than listening to Colin’s uncle Norman trying to entertain everyone by repeating the same old jokes he’d told the previous year.

Colin and Danny walked in silence for a couple of minutes, shoulders hunched against the rain, until Colin was sure that there was no one around.

“So… How did you do it, Dan?”

“How did I do what?”

“You know what I’m talking about. How did you move fast enough to save Susie?”

Danny shrugged. “Just lucky, I suppose.”

“That wasn’t luck.”

“Of course it was. What else could it be?”

“That’s what I’ve been wondering about all day. The speed that bus came around the corner… I went back there this afternoon, just to have a look. There’s no way any normal person could have run that fast.”

“Well, obviously I did.”

“But you’re not a normal person, are you, Dan? You’re a superhuman.”

Danny laughed. “Are you nuts?”

“You lucky—! I’d give anything to be a superhuman!”

“I’m not a superhuman!”

“OK, OK,” Colin said. After a few seconds, he said, “So, was that the first time?”

“The first time what?”

“You know what I’m asking. Has anything like that ever happened before?”

“No. Of course not. It was a fluke.”

“What did your parents say?”

“Ah, you know the way parents are. My mother kept focussing on the wrong things. Like asking what Susie was doing in the middle of the road and why I hadn’t just come straight home from school – that sort of thing.”

“What about your dad?”

“He just said, ‘Well done!’”

“That’s it? You saved a little girl’s life and he just said, ‘Well done!’?”

“What else would he say?”

Colin carefully considered his response. “He could have asked you what I asked you. If you were a superhuman.”

Danny paused. “Well, he didn’t ask me that.”

“I’m asking.”

“I know.”

“And?”

“And I keep telling you! I’m not a superhuman, OK? Just leave it!” Danny walked away. “I’m going home. Thanks for the party.”

Colin hesitated for a second, then went after him. “Wait, wait!”