(FALL, 2014) My daughter and I are back at the graveyard again, high on a hill above Portland. We’re looking for Dad’s grave. Forty-five minutes later we leave, still unsure of its location. I hate these places.
“Cardon, are you sure about this?” Howard asked. “The procedure hasn’t been tested yet.” “Shhhh” the physicist said to his assistant, as he focused on a microscopic needle making its way through a series of gas-filled tubes in the vacuum chamber.