Sam tossed the pen toward Malik.

  The pen flew and suddenly stopped in midair. Stopped and bounced and rattled a little, rolling back and forth slightly, imprisoned in a transparent sphere less than a foot across. The sphere floated like a soap bubble as Malik and the others gaped in amazement.

  Sam flicked a finger, the bubble disappeared, and the pen fell to the floor. “Inside the FAYZ dome, I was a big deal,” Sam said, more wryly self-aware than self-pitying. “My fame came from a dome. And now, I can make domes.”

  Malik’s eyes glittered beneath his sleepy lids. “How big can you make it?”

  “That’s the question, isn’t it?” Sam said.

  “Does it go through solid objects?”

  Sam bent down, reeling with dizziness for a moment, picked up the pen, and tossed it again. This time there was a snap! as a small sphere appeared, containing just half of the pen. The other half fell to the floor.

Hero, Chapter 37