Wednesday (Morning)
Standing on the observation platform at the very top of Clockhaven Power Station, Avariel Falcon and Unit #6 looked out at the horizon through the lens of the aetheric scope.
Avariel focused on a distant ribbon of light, “Its so obvious now, all that time we thought it was a fault with the portal generator, but in reality the fault was with the world”.
Unit #6 rumbled, “Technically… the… fault… is… with… the… aetheric… boundary… flux… layers…”.
Avariel watched the rippling ribbons of aetheric flux shimmering over the city, “How are we going to fix this…”.
“Maybe… with… increased… power… we… can… break… through…”.
“Possibly, but look at the data, we would need ten power stations and power handling technology that will probably not exist for another hundred years!”.
Avariel stomped her hooves in irritation, “Even if we broke through I dread to think what that would do to a traveller”.
Unit #6 held up a printout, “Maybe… we… could… make… a… very… small… portal…”.
Avariel looked at the data, “Maybe… a smaller portal would use a lot less power… but it would be tiny, a few inches at most… what good would that be…”.
Time for an experiment I think… Unit #6! Activate the generator!