The device quivered in Tanner’s hands.
“Don’t worry,” assured Professor Allen. “You’ll hit the button, and you’ll still be right here—but tomorrow.”
“Okay, here we go,” Tanner said. “Three, two…”
As his grad student counted down, the professor thought through everything one last time. The device is calibrated for one day forward. Its sphere of influence is three feet in diameter… I mean radius. I mean…
“One!”
Tanner’s head seemed to float briefly before tumbling to the ground.
“Might as well wait for the rest of him,” grumbled the professor a moment later. “No point in cleaning up twice.”
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