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Black Pinhole Nanofurnace


          My  first  foray  into  the  realm  of  psychoceramics  aptly  enough
        involved a real test of fire. I had received my advance payment and a
        file  of  personal  and  technical  information  related  to  one  Lalo
        Aitkens,  formerly  a  research  scientist  at  Delenda  Dynamics.  His
        resumé delineated a brilliant beginning followed by an ignominious
        end—not an atypical sequence, as I discovered in the course of my
        own experience with the frustrated individuals I had contracted with
        Al Magnus to assist.
          Aitkens, after attaining a doctorate in high-energy physics before
        he  was  old  enough  to  drink  in  his  home  state,  was  recruited  by
        Delenda to work on particle beam weaponry funded by the military.
        Having  streaked  past  the  normal  phase  of  adolescent  anxiety  and
        idealism, it came to him late, in his early thirties. Appropriations for
        developing  ballistic-missile-killing  satellites  had  reached  their  zenith
        and were beginning to decline against competing demands for anti-
        terrorism  personnel  and  materiel.  Nevertheless,  Delenda  Dynamics
        managed to keep the public funds flowing, largely on the strength of
        Aitkens’  work.  He  had  created  a  mechanical  means  of  suspending
        plasma  in  a  magnetic  field  indefinitely,  ready  to  fuel  millisecond
        bursts  of  electromagnetic  energy  in  pencil-thin  beams  at  multiple
        targets in sub-orbital trajectories. The trick would be to preserve that
        delicate device through  the stresses of a rocket launch  and a long-
        term orbit peppered by cosmic rays. Delenda had enough confidence
        in the young scientist to put him in charge of the entire multi-million
        dollar Project Bull’s-eye.
          Then Lalo underwent a conversion experience. Returning from a
        badly-needed  vacation  at  a  tropical  rain-forest  resort,  he  became
        acutely aware of the outside world and its ecological woes. How had
        this happened? My informants guessed that one of the guides on a
        nature walk had caught the eye of the man from the ivory tower, and
        that she had imbued him with the conviction that building ever more
        powerful  and  efficient  armaments  was  not  what  the  planet
        desperately required. By the time he got back to work he was ready to
        beat swords into plowshares, and made several attempts to convince
        Delenda’s management of the economic, if not morally imperative or
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