She nodded, immediately feeling guilty for her thoughtless comment. ‘When are you going to tell him, Maddy?’
‘Tell him? I… I don’t know.’
‘He’ll figure it out eventually, though, won’t he? When he starts to look like Foster?’
‘I know, I know… and I plan to tell him long before that.’ She clicked with a mouse and refreshed the portal dialogue box to enter the time-stamp coordinates for the one-week window, keen to find something else to do to take her mind off that particular question.
‘Can we start up the recharge for the one-weeker, please, Bob?’
›Important information, Maddy.
‘What is it?’
›One of the displacement machine’s power storage capacitors has just failed.
‘What? Oh… crud, that doesn’t sound good.’
›It is not good.
‘Well, come on, then, Bob — spit it out! What exactly does that mean?’
›There are six power storage units. One of the six units has failed. This means the maximum amount of space-time displacement we can deploy has decreased by approximately 16.5 %.
She frowned. ‘So… OK… that sounds like we can still get Liam and Bob back, right?’
›Of course. However, with only five power capacitors drawing energy, it will slow down the recharge time for the next window. There is also a possibility the other capacitors may begin to be unreliable soon.
‘Can we replace them?’
›Affirmative. It uses components that can be easily obtained from this time location.
‘Any idea where?’
›I will compile and print out a components list. These components can be purchased from any electronic components store. I have on my database a business called GeekMagnet. This is where some of this field office’s electronic components were originally sourced from.
Maddy knew GeekMagnet; they had half a dozen stores in New York City. She let out a breath. ‘Phew… I thought we had us a problem there.’
› We do have a problem, Maddy.
‘Go on.’
›This component should be repaired immediately and a diagnostic run on the other remaining five capacitors. If one capacitor has reached its reliable lifespan, the others may also be nearing the end of theirs.
She turned to look at the layers of circuit boards racked one above the other in the displacement machine’s metal frame. The thought of delving into that nest of circuitry and casually pulling out wires unsettled her. It was technology way beyond her understanding; way beyond messing around in the back of a PC, over-clocking a graphics processor, or switching out the synthesis chip on a sound card.
‘Can it wait until after we’ve got Liam and Bob back?’
›For safety reasons it would be advisable to replace the failed capacitor and the other five first.
Sal sat down beside her. ‘Yeah, I mean what if another one of those things broke down… you know?’ She looked at Maddy. ‘While a window’s open?’
›Sal is correct. There is now a decreased reliability margin. A second capacitor failure could be imminent. During the opening of a window this would be dangerous. The fluctuation of energy could cause the portal window to contract suddenly or affect the displacement attenuation.
Computer-Bob was talking about the possibility of losing a hand or foot, or a head even, of being turned into human lasagne, or worse than either of those — being lost in chaos space.
‘If I start pulling out circuit boards, you’ll talk me through it, right, Bob?’ Maddy looked again at the rack of circuit boards. ‘If I go in there and start… you know, if I break the thing…?’
›Of course, Maddy. I will supply detailed instructions. I recommend you move my camera closer to the displacement machine so that I can observe what you are doing.
‘Right.’ She looked at the rack of the displacement machine then curled her lips anxiously. ‘I’ve never even looked round the back of this thing, let alone pulled out boards and messed about inside it.’
‘You’ll be fine,’ said Sal.
›I will be right here for you, Maddy.
She looked at her Simpsons wristwatch. Homer’s finger was pointing at a space roughly halfway between five and six. The nearest GeekMagnet store over on the Upper West Side was probably already closed by now. The stores tended to open early, but close about half-five. They could get the components tomorrow.
Tuesday.
They had to get what they needed early, before the first plane hit, before New York ground to a halt — rendered immobile by the horror of unfolding events.
Maddy turned to the webcam in front of her. ‘Bob, you better print me up our shopping list, then. We’ll get what we need first thing tomorrow morning.’
CHAPTER 26
2001, New York
‘Whoa…’ said the young man behind the counter. He had a steaming cup of Starbucks coffee in a cardboard carry-cradle in one hand. ‘We, like, just opened up here.’ She noticed it wasn’t Starbucks, though; the brand name was SolvoVentus, the logo wavy lines like the sea or something similar.
‘Yeah… I know, but we’re in a real hurry.’ They’d watched one of the store’s employees pull up the window shutters, snap the lights on inside and had generously given him another thirty seconds to wake up before striding in. Maddy handed a sheet of paper over the counter. ‘Can you check the items on this list — see what you’ve got in stock?’
He put down his paper coffee cup, grabbed the printout and looked it over briefly. He scratched at curly ginger hair pulled back into a hair tie. The ponytail looked like a large puffball stuck on the back of his head.
He scanned the list of components for a full minute. ‘What the hell are you making here?’
Maddy wafted her hand impatiently. The plastic name tag on his pale blue shirt read ‘Ned’. ‘We’re kind of in a hurry, Ned.’ She offered him a clipped smile. ‘Don’t mean to be rude or anything.’
Ned didn’t seem offended in the slightest. ‘Looks like some kind of energy storage and delivery regulator? Some real beefy, ninja transformer? Is that what you’re making?’ He looked up from the list. ‘You pimping up a transformer? This a school project or something?’
‘Yeah, kind of.’
‘Well, lemmesee…’ He tapped at the keyboard on the counter. ‘… I’d say we got pretty much all of those items in stock.’ He looked up at Maddy admiringly. ‘I mean, not much call for those things on their own. Most people don’t even bother making stuff from scratch any more, you know? It’s easier to buy whatever they want from Walmart already.’ He looked back down at the screen, sucking on the end of a biro as he scanned the stock listings.
Maddy looked at her watch. ‘You got those components in? Cos if not… we’ve got to hike across to your other store, which is like a real pain in — ’
‘Pretty sure we got these…’ he said, tapping at the keyboard as he entered the last of the items on Maddy’s list into their system. ‘Yeah, reckon that’s all cool.’ He tapped the keyboard one last time and a printer behind the counter spooled out a picking list.
‘Yo… Ganesh!’ he called out.
Double doors behind Ned cracked open and a young man wearing a turban and a thick beard stuck his head out.
Ned handed him the picking list. ‘You do this one, man?’
‘Dude… I’m stocktaking.’
Ned turned his back on Maddy and Sal. There was a hurried, whispered exchange between the pair of them then finally Ganesh nodded wearily and muttered, ‘You owe me, dude.’ He smiled at the girls and gave a friendly
