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Nicholas was sitting at a desk on the top floor of a tower that had been built far from New York. It worked so well here, no one itched or interfered, it was quiet and calm. The waves of the ocean broke on the granite gouges of the breakwaters, everything was covered in darkness, and his light was burning, it seemed to illuminate this hill. On the wall of his chambers hung a clock, but not alone, but twenty-four, showing all the time zones of this big world.

In excitement, he wrote down in a notebook only those thoughts that came to him. He did not encrypt his ideas, this notebook served as a draft, a mirror of his restless brain. Everything that he could imagine was written there, so that later he could process this data and not forget anything. He studied microwaves, and most of the inventions were related to them. Nearby lay on the table and “The Golden Chain of Homer,” the great alchemical book.

– Maybe you were right, and gold synthesis is quite possible. Only a different approach is needed, – the great scientist said to himself, – microwave study may help here.

And again he began to write down his thoughts in a clean handwriting. He went to a coffee pot heated with alcohol. He looked at him for a long time, moved his fingers in the air, proving to himself an unconscious thought.

– What if my unit? – and looked at the newly made device, shiny with steel on his table.

Nikolai looked at the table of chemical elements of the Russian scientist Mendeleev, and whispered silently, putting his index finger on the name, which had the root name of the great Newtonian. This was the basis of his ideas, his confidence and research. Newtonia was the ubiquitous ether, that golden chain connecting everything in this huge world.

There was a deafening call in this oppressive silence, the phone rang, over and over.

– Niccolo at the apparatus… Yes, sir, all the energy generated by the substation will be needed… No, experience will not take much time, how can you?… I have never let you down… Well, I need just that much and no less!

Nikolai put down the phone, and began to look at the black night outside the window… Time dragged on very hard, and the scientist could no longer read or write. It was necessary to wait until 23—00, when he could get the necessary electricity. He rose from his chair and went to the table.

“I’ll make coffee now…

It was the day of June 29, 1908