The tent, now a virtual reality auditorium, was a hive of panicked discussion.
Alice, circling with agitation, was projecting the room with a view onto one wall of the tent while the video from the sweeper’s camera was on the other.
The two hippies and the two “diggers” (which the hippies had taken to calling them in frustration) were arguing with each other. Woody and Pete were doing their best to be positive, while H2, looking a tad agitated, wasn’t getting a word in.
The hippies felt that with a little tweaking, a connection could be made.
The others, seeing various flaws in such a theory, argued.
“We just need some gears and a dial or two,” said the Alterationist.
“Are you kidding? That thing is fifth dimensional at least,” said Howard. “Way past dials and the like.”
“Perhaps a
