When we plugged the dilithium crystals into the manifold, it happened. The dustbin began to shake and, on the old zinc sheet, a ghostly image formed.
“What is that?” Tony asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.
“Damned if I know,” Truth is important to me.
But Peg was our visionary. “It’s another world,” she said. “We’re seeing into a parallel universe. Look, there’s a building and a tree.”
It looked suspiciously like a baked reflection of our building and a telegraph pole connected by a manifold.
“Not as good as television,” Tony decided and went home.