A Short Story From Bestselling Author Bruce Bennett
The following is a short story from the pen of Bruce Bennett. Bruce is one of the foremost American writers of the moment. He has released two novels– both bestsellers–entitled “Digital Air” and “Wisemen.” If you enjoy this great short, don’t forget to pick up the novels!
“If you don’t believe in my invention, then why are you here?”
It was a fair question. I had heard about this incredible mad scientist who locked himself in a vacant airplane hangar at the abandoned Transwestern Pipeline Company Field in Ganado, AZ. As a reporter for the National Telegrapher, the nation’s leading newspaper of the unusual, I thought there might be a good story waiting. More than likely, I would meet another crackpot who made my job of creating “stories” that kept American buying the rag of the checkout racks at all major box stores easy. If there wasn’t an article waiting, I would simply scramble around the truth with some fiction and write a gripping article that would keep the cretins coming back.
I had taken Southwest’s Flight 1611 to Phoenix and rented a car at the airport. With the accompanying Garmin, I trekked northeast to seek out the headquarters of Dr. John Focarazzo. With a Ph.D. from MIT and numerous degrees from schools in the United States and Europe, he had been a rising star in the scientific community. Focarazzo published multitudes of articles on magnetism and its effect on bending particle trajectories in large colliders. His article, Einstein was 1/trillionth of a Second Wrong, brought accolades and scoffs from his colleagues.
Whatever the science behind his creations, a friend at the University of Arizona tipped me on the crazy inventor. Like those rumors of what’s out in the desert at Roswell, small stories began to gain momentum about this hermit of Ganado. Locals had reported seeing the professor tooling around the desert roads, shirtless, beer bottle in hand, in his old, open Jeep he kept out at the airfield. Focarazzo was not your average genius. He was the spooky kind that was always on the verge of blowing up the planet with some out-of-control experiment.
“Doctor, I really just need to ask you a few questions about this thing, what are you calling it?”