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The Zero Gravity Device
A retired auto factory worker sees a chance to develop an early childhood dream, and without any idea as to where his project will go, if it goes anywhere, or what to expect as he works on it, he proceeds to follow through with it. What he has unwittingly built, and discovered, is a new and radical source of locomotion which is about to revolutionize all the modes of human travel.
The underlying reality of his invention is, that like so many "benign" inventions, when they get into the wrong hands, they are malleable, and unfortunately, are too easily capable of manifesting the baser aspects of subhuman intellect, and thus may then evoke an undesirable dark side.
“Papa! What happened, Papa?” she almost shouted. “What happened? Are you alright? What happened?” she asked again and again in desperation. She was kneeling on the grass by me with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on one of my legs as she kept looking from me to the shop in an effort to find out what had happened in there, and how badly I was hurt.
“Oh, God, Mama. That thing in there slid across the floor and hit me in the legs?”
“What thing are you talking about, Papa?”
“That thing, in there. My project . . . That’s what thing,” I said, pointing and waving my arm and hand at the shop, and practically groaning the words at her.
The underlying reality of his invention is, that like so many "benign" inventions, when they get into the wrong hands, they are malleable, and unfortunately, are too easily capable of manifesting the baser aspects of subhuman intellect, and thus may then evoke an undesirable dark side.
“Papa! What happened, Papa?” she almost shouted. “What happened? Are you alright? What happened?” she asked again and again in desperation. She was kneeling on the grass by me with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on one of my legs as she kept looking from me to the shop in an effort to find out what had happened in there, and how badly I was hurt.
“Oh, God, Mama. That thing in there slid across the floor and hit me in the legs?”
“What thing are you talking about, Papa?”
“That thing, in there. My project . . . That’s what thing,” I said, pointing and waving my arm and hand at the shop, and practically groaning the words at her.
388 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 4, 2021
About the author
Garet Garrett
64 books28 followersGaret Garrett was born in 1878 in Illinois. By 1903, he had become a well known writer for the Sun newspaper (1833–1950) in New York. In 1911, he wrote a fairly successful book, Where the Money Grows and Anatomy of the Bubble. In 1916, at the age of 38, Garrett became the executive editor of the New York Tribune, after having worked as a financial writer for The New York Times, the Saturday Evening Post, and The Wall Street Journal. From 1920 to 1933, his primary focus was on writing books.
Between 1920 and 1932 Garrett wrote eight books, including The American Omen in 1928 and A Bubble That Broke the World in 1932. He also wrote regular columns for several business and financial publications.
Between 1920 and 1932 Garrett wrote eight books, including The American Omen in 1928 and A Bubble That Broke the World in 1932. He also wrote regular columns for several business and financial publications.
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