No, it’s not a he-man story, so if that’s what grabbed your attention, you’ll be sorely disappointed. But, if you came looking for a new short story, then you shall leave slightly less disappointed. What I have for you all today is the first short section of a short story I wrote back in the Spring of this year. The whole thing is kind’ve long by short story standards, so I’m going to be posting it in sections over the course of the next week.
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Okay, okay, enough of all that. Here’s part one of Master’s of the Universe.
Master’s of the Universe
“It’s not very big.”
Hari placed the object on the table, “Is that surprising?”
“Hm.” Gerald bent over the device, his nose reflected in the curved sides of the metallic cylinder like an oddly proportioned tomato. “I suppose, yes. Yes, it is quite surprisingly small, in fact.”
“Well, I could make it bigger if you’d like?”
“No, no, I’m sure it’s fine. If it can do what you claim, it’ll be perfectly fine.
“Fine? Oh, I assure you it’ll be more than fine.” Hari said rubbing his palms together. “It’ll be spectacular.”
“So then it works?”
“Yes, of course it works. Theoretically.”
Gerald’s eyebrows raised like two fuzzy caterpillars greeting one another.
“Well, I haven’t tested it, you know?” Hari said, not able to dull the look of mischief that radiated from his pores. “Should we try it?”
Gerald looked up from the object, his eyebrows settled back into the deep furrows of the man’s wrinkled forehead. A sliver of pink tongue peaked from between his lips, adding a bit of moisture to the otherwise chapped blimps of cartilage. Hari shifted in place causing his sneakers to squeak against the linoleum floor as he watched Gerald performing the equivalent of mental gymnastics before offering a reply.
Finally, Gerald said, “Is it safe?”
Hari shrugged, his eyebrows shot upward into the smooth recesses of his forehead to exaggerate the effect, and he snatched the device from the table. The innards of the device were a cornucopia of densely packed wires and computer chips that gave it a surprising weight despite its size. In future models, they would cut down on the weight; consumers insisted on having the lightest new product.
Hari thought what a shame that was. The heft of the device in his hand gave it the feel of quality craftsmanship. In that regard Gerald might be onto something; bigger may in fact be better.
“I don’t want to be anywhere near you when you blow yourself up.” Gerald said, slowly shaking his head. He waddled across the room to a supply closet where he withdrew a pair of safety goggles that provided an artificial tension to the man’s otherwise loose cheeks.
Whether or not in the case of an explosion, the thin shield of plastic might offer a modicum of protection, Hari had his doubts. But he kept them to himself as he forced his fingers to loosen their strangle hold on the device.
“There is no field of science without its risk, you know?” Hari aimed the device at the white patch of wall across the lab. “But, in this case, I assure you the reward certainly justifies the risk. Our names will be immortalized in the annals of history alongside Newton, Darwin, Einstein!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gerald said throwing his palms up in a show of defeat. “If we don’t blow ourselves up, then that all sounds fabulous.”
“Well, in that case we’ll have to settle for having our names in tomorrow’s paper.” Hari said.
“By the way, have you named it yet?”
“Yes,” Hari said lowering his arm slightly while staring off into space. “I was thinking about, The Key.”
Gerald frowned and his lips disappeared behind the sea of wrinkles that engulfed his puckered face. “Not very scientific.”
“No, but it sounds marketable.” Hari took aim with the Key. “And besides, think of the doors we’re about to open.”
“More like a box.” Gerald said under his breath. “Pandora’s box.”
Hari bit his lip and ignored his colleague. An army of butterfly’s performed advanced aerial maneuvers in his stomach. He shied away, wincing slightly, as he pressed the sole red button on the Key.
A beam of blue light shot from the end of the device, splashing against the far wall in a dazzling display of color. The churning of Hari’s stomach disappeared in the wake of the blood rushing to his cheeks, cheeks which at the moment were nearer to his ears than ever before.
With a sputter, the stream of light withdrew back into the Key which was now warm to the touch.
Hari turned, the maniacal grin he had been wearing sloughed away, “It didn’t work.”
“It was really pretty, though.” Gerald said plopping down in the worn brown couch against the wall.
“I need more power.” Hari said turning the Key in his hand.
“Maybe you should make it bigger.”