The Accelerator
## Act I: The Anomaly The particles were lying to me. I knew this on a Tuesday in the autumn of 1927, standing in front of the particle accelerator I had helped design at a small university in New York City. The machine was not large by modern standards—perhaps thirty feet in diameter, a ring of copper coils and vacuum chambers and electromagnets that hummed with the kind of energy that made...
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