188 | John W. Warner IV and an expert in aerial navigation theories; he had a swell bulldog puppy onboard named Ether. Dad recognized another as John Jacob Astor IV, a financial backer of Keeley; they talked and drank for most of the journey since my family was chummy with theirs during summertime in the Adirondacks. Quite the dash-fire party list! Ill just bet, said Bea, arms crossed. You really get around, dont you? asked Alice. I manage. Bernie continued. So then we set off and were treated to a champagne and elk dinner in an elegant salon as we flew over the Rockies at high speed, the searchlight lighting up the snowy peaks. Remember, electricity was brand new, the world enthralled with it. Dad and I had the thrill of our damn lives! Once over Grand Junctionand we rattled a few ranchers on the ground with the bow light and blowhorn for funwe turned around and flew back at even greater velocity. It was an exciting evening to say the least, lots of drinking, and I lost my virginity in ten minutes with one of the women, Guadalupe, in a posh stateroom that had all the comforts of home, even a hot shower with perfumed French soap. I was a tall handsome strapping lad in them-thar days. Unbelievable, snapped Bea. Cant believe you were ever a virgin, old boy. Alice flashed her eyes. How exciting! You never mentioned this story to us before, why? asked McMaster, keenly interested. Bernie waved his arms. When I met with Hess it all seemed connected, especially with Beas Heinkel fighter escapade. You see, Dad and I never knew what powered the Magellan, never saw the engine compartment. We just thought it was another gas dirigible marvel of the age, although a damn fancy one. It had only a thin metal tube with of some sort of gas at the top of the fuselage. Very odd I thought at the time. Gas tube? For plasma? Wait…did it have an Anton-like whirling drum or gadget? asked Bea. Bernie snapped his fingers and went to the drawing board. Indeed, it mustve had one. He drew a schematic of the airship. It used torsion-field antigravity, Im sure of it. Today, we know that antigravity aircraft have an electromagnetic plasma space time bubble surrounding them, which is why you felt very little G-forces while inside Anton during combat. Its like a slightly different reality inside. Einstein told me that over a hamburger lunch. Bea added: And when firing the big 30 mm autocannon it danced the ft. Louis