"Here we go, Walt."
A technician ran a hand through his hair. "Keep your fingers crossed."
Walt, seated beside Julia, concentrated on the book. It floated above the desk.
Dr. Norvel moved the dial. Her face was pale and drawn.
The general coughed nervously.
The control light of the generator winked out.
Everyone held his breath.
The air was filled with the sharp, acrid odor of burning wiring.
"Unplug it!" Dr. Norvel cried.
A technician cut off the power.