Twenty-Seven
At first, I thought my fatigue-loaded brain had dreamed Gunfire’s words. “Excuse me?”
Gunfire said, “Before I say anything more, I want your promise.”
He was serious. Surprise swept away the soporific darkness. “Wait? What?”
“Your promise,” Gunfire said. “You said how you wanted to explore all these universes since you were a child.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just as much as you want that,” Gunfire said, “I want to go home.”
“Oookay,” I said.
“If your company found out that I knew something about Portal math,” Gunfire said, “it would never let me go free.”
“Oh, they would ne—"
I stopped.
In theory, anyone could build a Portal. Mohammed Montague had built the first Portal out of an old computer and four copper electrodes… plus an understanding of ma
