The Push Chronicles (Book 1): Indomitable Read Free

moment as I stared at him.  Was this the same shy, retiring man who had meekly asked me out after a faculty meeting just a year ago?  At the time, I thought Eric had been put up to it by one of his few friends.  That tongue-tied Eric didn't mesh with the intense, confident, and probably insane figure sitting before me.
    “God,” I whispered.  “What are you going to do?”
    “Let me correct you, my dear.”  His voice seemed to resonate and echo, as if it was being layered on itself repeatedly.  “It is not what am I going to do, it is what I am currently in the process of doing.”  He smiled.  “And that process is saving the world.”
    “From what?  And how?  What is all of this?”  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the biometric readout on the feedback machine spiking to dangerous levels as sparks ran up the massively insulated wires in the apartment.  The amount of energy required to cause that was insane to contemplate.  I was certain everyone in this apartment building was going to explode in some accident of physics in mere moments.
    “We have a few minutes until the feedback loop reaches maximum resonance, so I may as well explain.”  Eric must have seen my eyes searching wildly around.  “I would not disrupt any of the equipment.  If the experiment works, the excess energy will discharge harmlessly.  If you interfere with it, it will definitely discharge catastrophically.”  Damn him.  I willed myself to neutral and focused on Eric.
    “Excellent.  While you are not a trained physicist, you are generally well-educated, so you undoubtedly know the broad strokes of quantum mechanics.”  I nodded slowly.  “What you don’t know is that, unlike my colleagues, who simply focus on physical interactions and how to document those interactions, I studied QM looking for a deeper, broader quantifiable why.  Not something as small as universal relativity or such.  I wanted to plumb the full depth of universal knowledge."
    "Obviously, no research lab or college would fund such fringe studies so I had to, as you see here, improvise, while keeping my peers happy with more conventional work.”  I felt myself about to ask something, but Eric raised a finger.  I wanted to slap him.
    “We have little time.  Questions for after please.”  He winced at something, probably, if the biometrics were right, something internal giving way.  “I have discovered that observational bias is more than a flaw of human perception.  Schrodinger’s cat jokes aside, I have managed to isolate and document a fundamental particle that transfers belief.  Literally, conscious belief generates a subatomic particle that alters physical properties based on the density of the particle in an area.”
    "You have to be deluded or something.  You're telling me that reality is subjective?"  I couldn't hide the incredulity in my voice.
    "Essentially yes.  The amount of belief required to create any truly significant alteration of, let's say, the laws of physics is almost incalculable, but yes.  Our beliefs create subtle alterations in the world every moment of every day."  The assurance in his voice was unshakeable.
    Eric had gone completely insane.  That’s all it could be.  What he was proposing was that if enough people chanted together and wanted something really for-true hard, it would just happen.  It flew in the face of scientific principle.  It did make one thing make sense.
    “The feedback prototype.  That’s why you needed it.”
    “I am glad you still retain your sharp mind under duress.  I have always loved that about you.”  Eric smiled with a hint of the warmth we shared in private.
    “The equipment here is primarily for researching the God particle, as I call it.  I discovered, as I implied, that to generate a tangible alteration of reality required massive amounts of belief.  Hundreds of thousands of minds if not more all thinking and believing the same thing.  It has