The Machine That Floats

Description

Bill Morrow fished his cigarettes out, shook one free, and jabbed it between his lips. He lit it with hands that shook severely, he reclined on the workbench and blew smoke in a long, weighty moan.

His look stayed fixed on the smaller little lump of sparkling frameworks, curls, and metal circles that coasted in the focal point of the room. Drifted, by Isaac Newton—skimmed!