The Macro-Electron Project
Lake Michigan was black and restless on the night Arthur Whitman first saw it. It hovered above the water, maybe a hundred yards off shore — a sphere of blue-white light, six inches across, perfectly round, perfectly still. It did not flicker. It did not drift. It simply existed, hovering in the air above the lake, illuminated by the moonlight that passed through it like light through glass....
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