| Re: C.h.r.o.n.s.
A particle beam burns through a couple of walls and a ceiling, sizzling as it ionises the atmosphere in its passage, ant then sets of out to annoy communications satellites and distant galaxies and the like.
Through the thunderclap of the air moving back into the vacuum it's passage has left, a voice can be vaguely heard-
"Whoopee! That's what I call a cyclotron. Now I've got my personal nuclear reactor I can experiment seriously!"
A slightly singed chicken dashes for egg shellter somewhere else - anywhere else - in the Chrons. |