MicroHorror

The two physicists were astounded at the blue rock’s properties. Drs. Dixon and Henry bombarded it with electrons in a vacuum-sealed room, and it gave off barrages of energy without any loss of mass. They increased the electron stream, and the rock became surrounded by a cloud. It still hasn’t lost any mass, but now it had somehow created half a pound’s worth of water vapor and nitrogen. This was extremely exciting, certainly worth accepting the research grant from the dullest city in Sweden. Drs. Dixon and Henry began bombarding it on a regular basis. Every time it maintained its exact weight, down to the milligram, but several pounds of air were materializing around it, sometimes with leaves. Once a whole shrub appeared in the chamber. Was this teleportation? If so, from where? Drs. Dixon and Henry looked all around their facility, but there wasn’t any evidence of an uprooted shrub. So they amped up the electrons to its highest level, determined to figure where their matter was coming from. The room filled with smoke, and there was a garbled scream. Drs. Dixon and Henry made sure neither of them were trapped in the room, then threw open to the door to see who had materialized. It was an old man missing half his head, cut cleanly at the lower lip, brain and blood spilling on the freshly charred tile floor. The dead man was wearing a dirty waistcoat and leggings that looked like Napoleonic garb. Drs. Dixon and Henry hadn’t been figuring when their matter was coming from.