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a crowed of people is waiting on the deck of the ocean liner when you land. “Where’s the devise?” The FBI men demand. Sheepishly you explain what happened. After they give you a good chewing out, they rush off to try catch the russian boat. The liner pulls into San Francisco the next morning and you call your parents to come get you. They listen patiently as you tell your story, but they can’t hide their horror at the outcome. “This is terrible,” your farther says. “Now there will almost certainly be an antimatter arms race and the government will make life very difficult for us if we don’t help them in it.” You have an idea. “Maybe,” you suggest, “you could build a new antimatter device before the government clamps down. Then we could escape to another world.” “it might be possible,” your farther says. “We’ve got all the materials at the lab. . .”  Your parents set to work secretly in the basement of your house, and within a week they have a new antimatter device. “It’s crude,” says your farther, “But it should work.” That night, after saying good-bye to your closest friends, you and your parents gather in the living room. When you are ready, you lean over and turn the channel. . . . THE END