Here's a little story I wrote.
I had just fought my way through a blizzard, on the request of a friend who invited me over to witness the completion of a recent project. I hung my snow-covered coat on something that, by the look of it, might very well have been a time machine. A silhouetted shape across the dark room, invites me to make my way through the unlit workshop and join them.
Arched over a heap of what I first perceived to be a exposed innards of some camera-like mechanism, my friend held a minuscule weight above an equally small machined brass hand. After allowing only ever the briefest of time to settle myself before the inscrutable contraption, they carefully lowered a pea-sized weight onto the machine's opened palm.