"Weapon of Global Destruction"; Excerpt from Chapter 1

The wind was howling across the desolate tundra bedrock. It was only September, but, it felt like winter had already set in for the vast Canadian Shield geologic region of the Northwest Territories, - an expansive region of Precambrian aged granitic rocks that had formed in this region over 2 billion years ago in the massive batholithic uplifts of molten mantel material of the earth. This was even before the continents of the Americas had split apart from the Gondwanaland super continent through the violent process of plate tectonics - still in progress in the present day.

Kip Weingartner continued trekking his way toward his predestined site. It wasn't much farther away now. He could see the small, familiar bulge in the myriad of outcroppings, lose rocks and cracks in the plain of undulating bedrock spreading to three horizons. He carried a small device in the large pouch in the overcoat he was wearing. It looked like a brass and steel hammer-bell alarm clock, weighing about 5 pounds.

He walked up to the rock bulge. He proceeded around it and retrieved the device from his coat. Stooping down, he fixed the device solidly against the firm rock and used metal straps and pitons to anchor it most securely to the outcrop. After driving the last anchoring piton in with his chipping hammer, he set the time on the device and focused its small, steel hammer to strike the rock, somewhat gently. He adjusted switches on the mechanism to motivate the hammer in precise intervals of every 92 seconds. If undisturbed, it would run without interruption for at least a month - more than enough time, he calculated. "The butterfly effect" he mused to himself. "What a nice application of this effect - probably the best and last effect the earth will ever see of it," he thought.

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Bob Shingleton sipped his strong black coffee back in his Cabin in Yellowknife on the edge of merciless, monotonous rock plains. He was reading a work by Nicola Tesla when his focus was broken by a loud rap on the door. His friend barged his way in and closed the door behind him.

"Kip, you're late," he announced to his intruder.

"Bob, it's a little farther on foot than originally timed for, but I managed to get the frequency vibrator mounted in place and on its way, perhaps to eternity now," Kip replied, satisfied. "It's colder than blue blazes out there. Only 39 F. but with the wind, feeling like

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