Warren's eyes glowed as he slotted in the final component, the machine coming to life with a malevolent hum. At least, it sounded malevolent to him. It was appropriate, given its function. One could hardly expect a weapon of doom and power to sound cheery.
He'd improved the invisibility ray, solving the problem of the particle ionisation; then he'd had a brainwave, and restructured the entire premise of the gun. Now, instead of merely making whatever or whoever he targeted invisible, they would also be out of phase with reality – thus able to walk through walls, doors; whatever! Not only invisible, but without a physical presence to be blocked by security systems. And being unable to touch anything, they wouldn't make any noise. Totally unstoppable – and one hundred percent unkillable! You can't kill what you can't see, hear, or touch.
Warren grinned. It was like in that episode of TNG where Geordi and Ro got exposed to cloaking radiation and were out of phase with the Enterprise. He raised the gun and fired at a bean bag a few yards away. It briefly glowed a bright blue, then vanished.
"Cool." He walked over and waved his hand through the empty air where the bean bag had been – nothing. He shot at it again; a burst of violet light, and there it was. Like nothing had happened. He nudged it with his toe – completely solid. Warren grinned. This project he'd kept secret from Jonathan and Andrew; they couldn't be trusted with something like this. He turned the gun on himself and fired.
It wasn't like TNG at all. For one thing, he felt incredibly nauseous. And for another, he couldn't walk, because he couldn't touch the floor – his feet simply went right through it when he tried. People could always walk on the floor, even if they could walk through everything else! It was just how it worked! But apparently not; floors did not have some special ability to be solid in multiple reality dimensions at once.
Gravity had stopped working on him too. So he just hung, suspended in nothingness. He couldn't reach the gun, lying on the floor where it had fallen through his hands after he shot himself with it. And come to think of it, he couldn't pick it up to rematerialize himself. And Jonathan and Andrew didn't know about the gun, so they couldn't do it for him. He was stuck.
And, oh yeah, he was out of phase with the air too. So he couldn't breathe.
Oh, f-
