A particle accelerator accident creates wandering spacetime distortions that allow random people to time travel.
“Why won’t you people tell me who you are?”
Maria Calvert, Ph.D in Applied Physics, manager of Superconductivity and Magnet Circuit Systems for the Machine Protection and Electrical integrity group for the Large Hadron Collider (LHC), had been isolated in a windowless interview room in the administration building at CERN (The European Organization for Nuclear Research near Geneva, Switzerland) for the past four hours. The man seated across the table from her seemed kind but unrelenting. She hadn’t been told his name or who his two colleagues were, or even what agency they represented.
“I’ve told you Dr. Calvert, my name is unimportant. What happened to you earlier today is. Can we go over it again?”
“I’ve already told you every…”
The man, dressed professionally and generically interrupted. “Just tell us your story again, Dr. Calvert.”
She’d only been allowed out of the room once, to use the bathroom, accompanied by the lone female of the group questioning her. She felt grungy, sweaty, out of sorts, and totally betrayed by her co-workers and supervisors. Why had she been abandoned to these people? Why had the LHC collision accident done…this to her?
“Come on, Doctor. Just tell us again what happened.”
Maria closed her eyes and instantly her Daddy’s face appeared to her. No, two faces, one dying, and one very much alive.
“The first collision between two protons had just occurred in the LHC’s main ring and data was being fed to the mainframes. Then, a few seconds later, there was a vibration lasting just for a moment. After that, all hell broke loose and every alarm…”
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