Chapter 10
Playing With Fire
Amanda Resnick knew the current circumstances could not have been worse, but at least she would finally have the chance to tell her children the truth. “About one year ago,” she began, “an oil prospecting company was drilling for oil in the ground above us when they began to break drills. And not little dentist drills either. They used enormous and incredibly powerful industrial oil drills that were supposed to be unstoppable. In time, they determined that there was something buried deep in the earth at this location that they just couldn’t drill through, no matter what they tried.
“After several months,” continued their mother, “the company finally gave up and left. But a government agency had learned of these strange events and sent a small team of experts to secretly investigate. It didn’t take them long to realize they were dealing with something well beyond any human technology: a solid wall of energy unlike anything known to science. Proof that humanity is not alone in the universe! The energy barrier—or force-field if you will—was in the shape of a hollow hockey-puck; a disk about one mile around and thirty feet high.” She gestured to Dr. Harris. “Harry, would you like to go on from here.”
Dr. Harris nodded. “After this discovery the project was given our nation’s highest top-secret classification and renamed Prometheus, and I was put in charge. Although the energy barrier was paper-thin, nothing we could throw at it could even scratch it. We tried flamethrowers, acid, explosives—you name it, we tried it—and got absolutely nowhere. Then, by accident, one of our attempts at least caused a section to become transparent. It didn’t break the barrier but at least we could see through it. In so doing we discovered this incredible city,” he said triumphantly, still obviously awestruck by the enormity of this finding.
Ryan raised his hand timidly. “Ah, sorry to interrupt,” he said. “But I must have misunderstood. I thought you said the force-field enclosed a space about a mile around and thirty feet high, and that this city was inside. But surely this city is far, far bigger than that.”
Dr. Harris smiled. “Indeed it is, Ryan. I’m pleased that you picked up on that. So how is this possible? We have no idea. How do you fit an elephant inside a shoebox without shrinking the elephant? Figuring out the science behind this little trick will be a top priority.”
Dr. Harris paused for a moment to remember where he was in the story and then continued. “We could now see the city through the barrier, but we couldn’t get to it. The greatest archeological, scientific, and technological find in history looked to be in perfect condition, and it was less than a centimeter away through the barrier. But unless we could break through, it might as well have been in another galaxy. And based on everything we knew, my people were telling me it couldn’t be done.” He paused. “That was when we called in your father. He was the perfect choice. He was one of only three physicists in the world we thought might at least have a chance of success, and we already knew we would want your mother to be part of any team we formed later.”
Amanda Resnick was a top biologist who specialized in modeling how life might have evolved on different planets—alien life—and what the chemical and biological building blocks for this life might be. She had worked with NASA to look for signs of life on Mars. She would, indeed, be someone Harry Harris would seek out immediately to be part of the Prometheus Project.
Dr. Harris continued. “Your father analyzed our data and conducted several experiments on the barrier. After weeks of calculations he told us he believed if we assembled some very specialized equipment and tied it in to a high-speed computer, he might be able to create a high-energy counter-field. A field he hoped could alter the polarity of the barrier enough to punch an opening in it. He went home and immediately began working out the mathematics needed to create this counter-field. Meanwhile, we worked around the clock to carve out the cavern you visited—Prometheus Alpha. We finished the cavern six weeks ago.”
Ryan nodded. Six weeks ago—an eternity. It made perfect sense now. Exactly when they had moved to Brewster.
“Your father wasn’t sure he could do it,” continued Dr. Harris. He looked at Ben Resnick with great respect. “But I never had a doubt. I didn’t wait for him to succeed. I began gathering a team of scientists from every field to study the city. I recruited everyone here.” He smiled broadly. “And your father has more than justified my confidence in him. In only six weeks he did the impossible. It was truly brilliant work.”
The Resnick siblings looked at their father proudly. Most of the time they thought of their parents as just plain old Mom and Dad and forgot just how impressive they really were.
“In fact,” Dr. Harris went on, “your father succeeded just yesterday, three months ahead of our most optimistic estimates. I finished recruiting and assembling all the members of the Prometheus team just in time,” he added, smiling proudly. His smile quickly turned to a frown. “Then again, my recruiting duties are not exactly over. I’m only halfway finished hiring for Proact.”
“I don’t understand,” said Ryan. “Aren’t Proact and Prometheus the same thing?”
“Yes and no,” replied Dr. Harris. “The name ‘Proact’, by the way, is a combination of ‘Pro’ from Prometheus and ‘a.c.t.’—alien city technology’. We formed the company as a cover for our activities but also for other important purposes. The Prometheus team members will have offices and labs in the Proact building and will be officially employed there. Proact will have extensive and ultra-secure scientific facilities we can use to study what we find in the city. But most Proact scientists will not be part of Prometheus. We will recruit hundreds of scientists to work on their own advanced projects. The Prometheus team can use the scientific insights we gain from our study of this city to help these scientists further their projects—without ever telling them where these insights originated, of course. They will work in the Proact building but will never know about this city. Only the handful of people in this room will ever know the truth.” Dr. Harris realized what he had just said and frowned deeply. “And you weren’t supposed to be among that handful,” he added pointedly.
“Have you found any aliens?” asked Regan quickly, trying to change the subject.
“Not so far. We think the city is abandoned. Why it was built and why it is empty are just two of the many mysteries of this place. But what we will learn here is sure to change the course of human history forever.”
“Like the gift of fire did,” noted Ryan. “That’s why you named this the Prometheus Project, isn’t it?”
“Exactly right,” said Dr. Harris, impressed that Ryan knew about the Greek myth of Prometheus and was able to reason out the relevance of the name. “Prometheus stole fire from the Gods and gave it to mankind. This city offers us the technology of the Gods. But of equal importance, the name is also a reminder for us to be cautious and mature with our use of what we find here. Like fire, used incorrectly, the technology in this city could be extremely dangerous. We have insisted that our efforts here will be to advance human science for the good of humanity, not to make either weapons or money. The president agreed.”
There was a long pause. “Any more questions?” asked Dr. Harris finally.
“By president,” said Regan, “I suppose you mean . . .”
“The President of the United States, of course,” said Dr. Harris matter-of-factly.