in its chest. The sound was loud but dull. “All systems go. Course, I told him what to do, but nobody’s perfect.”
Laura spun on her heel, but came face to face with a computer cabinet, not the exit she had expected. She cried out in surprise and turned back around. The Project was closer, within touching distance. She looked around, looking for an escape, for a clear route out.
“It’s a shame about the Prof. But, y’know, sometimes you just make an honest mistake. I mean, c’mon, what can you do, huh?”
“What can you do?” Laura repeated. It sounded like someone else speaking, like her ears were stuffed with cotton wool.
The robot continued to creep forward. “But never mind. Let’s talk about you and me, Laura. We’re gonna do great things, you and I. Oh boy, you’d better believe it.”
Laura nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see it: one of the claw-like clamps that were used to install the fusor reactor in the robot. Install… and remove. If she could get to the clamp, all she would need to do was jam it into the robot’s chest and turn, just once, to unlock the fusor. The power would be disconnected instantly, and without the external power supply provided by the cage, the Project would drop where it stood.
It sounded easy. The Project was up and moving and unrestrained, but it seemed slow, like a drunk person concentrating very hard on not being drunk. Even so, the machine would pull her to pieces like tissue paper if she tried to get the clamp in place… unless she was quick, quicker than it was. And all it would take was a twist. A single twist.
Laura sidled to the right. The robot didn’t move, just followed her with its eyes. The clamp was on the bench, just there, almost in touching distance, next to the back-up prototype fusor. The reactor looked different somehow.
Eyes fixed on the Project, Laura moved again, one step, then another, then another. The robot didn’t move. She glanced to her right, to make sure the clamp was really there, then looked back at the robot.
She reached out, not looking. Her fingers found the clamp. The metal was cold.
“Not so fast, honey pie.” The Project jerked to life. Laura jumped back to her left, clamp in her grasp. She pulled it off the bench and it fell downward, yanking her shoulder painfully. The clamp was much heavier than she remembered.
She backed away, knowing that she was out of room and out of time. She raised the clamp in front of her. It had a handle like a gun, complete with a trigger to lock and unlock the three articulated fingers.
The robot ignored her, turning its attention to the other fusor reactor on the bench. It lifted it with one hand like it weighed nothing at all, and turned to the doctor.
“Ta-da,” it said. “Neat, right? We got them fixed. Portable nuclear fusion. Virtually unlimited power.” The robot shook its head; Laura almost imagined it was in quiet appreciation of the technology. The Project was right. Each reactor could power a city. Laura had hoped they would be used for good, of course. They would change the world. Unlimited power, so cheap as to be virtually free, inexhaustible, safe. First every city would have a fusor, one single cylinder replacing a dozen conventional power stations. And who knew what was possible with such power? That was the whole point, the whole thing about science. It wasn’t what you could imagine now; it was what you could imagine five, ten, twenty years from now. What possibilities would the power offered by the fusor reactor unlock in the future? Every city would have one – how about every home? What if every single human being in the United States of America had one each? Their own personal spark of creation, a flame captured from the embers of the Big Bang itself. Contained, nurtured, tamed.
It made the mind reel.
But it was too much. She knew that. Atoms for Peace were going to put one into each of a thousand machine soldiers. That was too much power, a recipe for disaster. If anything went wrong…
Laura watched the fusor reactor swing in the robot’s hand. A portable power source. A portable Little Boy or Fat Man, or worse. A whole army equipped with fusors would have enough power to knock the Earth off its axis.
“Now,” said the Project. “I’m gonna try a different