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sloshing in JaysonтАЩs rusty can. The ants were moving with astounding
speed, as if theyтАЩd mounted tiny broomsticks.

тАЬI donтАЩt like leaving my bike,тАЭ said Jayson. тАЬThereтАЩs no way those ants
could have run this far.тАЭ

тАЬSmart dust donтАЩt lie, compadre.тАЭ
 They arrived at an overgrown pull-off near the gate; Stefan passed it
every day. HeтАЩd never thought to stop there before, for the spot was
bristling with angry yucca and prickly pear. The cybernetic ant trail led under
a forbidding tangle of dusty cactus, disappearing into a crooked little
groove, a mini-arroyo where the fault-tortured dirt of L.A. had cracked wide
open.

A wind blown newspaper dangled from the spine of an ancient yucca.

Jayson plucked the paper loose. тАЬThis might be handy for tinder....
Hey, whoa! Look how old this thing is!тАЭ

The newspaper dated from 1942; the lead story was about the тАЬzoot
suit riotsтАЭ pitting Latino teens against US sailors on liberty.

тАЬDuck-tail haircuts,тАЭ murmured Jayson, skimming the article. тАЬI could
make a historical zoot suit. This paper is great. I can sell this as
memorabilia. There might be a whole trove of old paper under that cactus.
LetтАЩs hold off on the flaming gasoline attack.тАЭ

Stefan stared at his laptop. His smart-dusted ant signals were
vanishing as fast as movie popcorn. тАЬTheyтАЩre running straight into that crack
in the ground. And then their signals just vanish.тАЭ

тАЬMust be some kinda sinkhole,тАЭ said Jayson. He hunkered down and
accurately pitched his empty beer bottle under the cactus.

The brown Mexican glass bloated like a soap bubble, shrank to the
size of a pinhead and disappeared.

тАЬOkay,тАЭ said Jayson slowly. тАЬThatтАЩs pretty well torn it.тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs ... thatтАЩs ... wow, itтАЩs a localized domain of scale recalibration,тАЭ
said Stefan. тАЬYou get that kind of Calabi-Yau effect from a warping of the
seventh dimension. You wait here, Jayson. IтАЩm gonna walk right in there. I
know how to handle these things.тАЭ

Clutching his laptop, Stefan ventured forward. He took a step, two,
three. Enormous mammoth-ear blobs of prickly pear cast a weird shade
over his computer screen.

Suddenly five enormous fleshy sausages seized his chest with
crushing force. He gasped and dropped his laptop. He was yanked