Anthony watched through the colored, glass slides with eager anticipation as the nebulous orb began to take shape on the other side. All of the waiting was over. This was the time they had all been waiting for since the conference in Copenhagen. All of the money and energy and mishap and late nights hadn't been for nothing, as some had come to predict. The proof of that was in the twinkling bit of science before him. He knew that, now.
He sat and watched.
"My god," he thought. "My god."