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"Again, dilithium in the manner it's seen and used in Star Trek is completely fictional," Xander said. "Instead of that, I merely used a specialized form of graviton emitter that keeps the antimatter channelled and isolated. The reaction chamber is in pure vacuum."

"What about generating Anti-matter itself? There's currently only enough anti-deuterium for three months," Dr Lee queried.

"That I will do myself," Xander said and turned to face the group. "Consider it my insurance that will keep your superiors honest and fair, I realize that you are all quality folks, but I can't say the same for those NID assholes. In fact, I think the planet would be far better off without them. I can see them causing numerous blunders in the future, the least of which is allowing the Goa'uld to infiltrate their ranks." He suddenly snapped his fingers.

"What did you just do?" General Hammond sat back with a sudden weary sigh and shook his head.

"Let's just say that every single digital cent of government money allocated to NID operations in past year and coming year has found itself going instead to various charities around the world."

"You just bankrupted the NID?" O'Neill looked astonished and like Christmas had come early.

"Indeed, it's after all just ones and zeros stored on computers," shrugged Xander staring off vaguely into the distance. "And if they should cry foul and get more money, well, they'll find it mysteriously reallocated again into yet other charities. Personally, I hope they complain a lot, those landmine victims in Mozambique could do with new artificial limbs, especially the children."

Manhattan X, Chapter 2