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FEBRUARY – MARCH 2002 www.nexusmagazine.com NEXUS • 49A HIGH-EFFICIENCY FUEL IMPLOSION SYSTEM (and its Persecuted Inventor) by Allen Caggiano © 2001 Trial and Error, then SuccessIn the early 1970s I owned and operated a company called Debal Heating andAir Conditioning in Brockton, Massachusetts, USA. This was about thetime that we had that phony gaso-line shortage. Each morning, Iand 12 employees would sit in thegas line with six trucks to get amere five gallons of gasoline. As I sat in that gasoline line, day after day, I started to think:"There must be a better way. Ifthey have the technology to put aman on the Moon, they must havethe technology to get much bettergas mileage." I read everything that I could get my hands on about this technolo-gy. It wasn't long before I builtmy first fuel vaporisation system. Well, sad to say, it didn't work. It made plenty of vapours andexploded like a bomb. Over 70 percent of my body received third-degreeburns. I spent 69 days in intensive care,kissing death several times. Don't worry—all the bugs are worked out now. October 15, 1983 was the birth of my fuel implosion vaporisation system. At thistime I owned and operated a company inBrockton called Weatherall EnergyResearch and Development. I had justfinished building a commercial, high-efficiency air conditioning evaporatingcoil. I poured one gallon of gasoline intoone end to flush it out, and, to my surprise,massive fumes discharged from the otherend—and all I got back was less than onecup of gasoline. I started brainstorming. I miniaturised the air conditioning evaporator coil andinstalled it in a 1973 Dodge station wagonwith a 318 engine. By early 1986 we hadworked out all the shortcomings and bugsand had a working prototype that gavebetween 111 to 113 mpg.We placed ads in the Brockton Enterprise and Boston Globe , seeking peo- ple to beta-test our fuel implosion system.It wasn't long before I got a call from aCalifornia corporation wanting exclusiverights to our invention. My attorneychecked them out. They were a subsidiaryof several other corporations, finally allowned by an oil company. I declined theiroffer. FBI Threats and Surveillance Shortly thereafter, all my troubles start- ed. First came two men, showing IDs, say-ing that they were from the FBI and that Iwas violating federal laws by altering car-buretion systems and that if convicted Icould get 20 years in a federal prison. Icalled my attorney and told him what hap-pened. My attorney informed me that Iwasn't in any violation of any federal laws. If I'd been smart, I should have stopped there (but I am not too smart). For aboutthe next two weeks I would receive everyday in the mail, in a plain envelope, 8 x 10close-up photos of my wife in the super-market and church and my children gettingon and off the school bus and in the play-ground at school (just pictures only). Inaddition, we would get all kinds of weirdcalls, mostly after 2 am. My wife couldn'ttake it any more; she filed for divorce andleft me. A few days later, my attorney showed up at my office, looking white as a ghost. Hehad all my legal files and records with himand placed them on my desk and said thathe could no longer represent me in anylegal matters. I asked why. All he wouldsay was "Wake up" and that I did notunderstand. He had been my personalfriend and attorney for over 16 years. A Police Drugs Set-up When my wife divorced me, my attorney abandoned me, what elsecould happen? I thought that noth-ing, nobody could stop me now—soon with my fuel implosion system.Boy, was I wrong! All hell openedup and swallowed me alive. I am a very light drinker. If I drank six cans of beer a year, I did a lot ofdrinking. I never did drugs or wasaround anybody that did. But on July4, 1986, the Chief of the BrocktonPolice, Richard Sprawls, with abunch of other Brockton police, raid-ed my Tremont Street, Brockton,home and arrested me for traffickingof cocaine. My bail was set at$500,000. I was lucky that I had a friend, Lt Jim Sullivan of the Brockton PoliceDepartment. He showed up at my bailhearing and said something to the Judgeand my bail was reduced to $500. Wassomebody trying to tell me something? Another Raid and a Daring Escape Oh well, back to work. I built two more fuel implosion systems and installed themin a 1973 Oldsmobile Cutlass and a 1966Mustang. I painted my 1973 Dodge stationwagon bright yellow with big red letters allover it, saying: THIS CAR GETS OVER 100 MPG AND DOESN'T POLLUTE THEAIR. THE BIG BOYS ARE TRY-ING TO MAKE ME AND THISCAR DISAPPEAR. HELP ME. I only got to drive my yellow wagon for three days. SCIENCENEWSNEWS THIS CAR GETS OVER 100 MPG AND DOESN'T POLLUTE THE AIR. THE BIG BOYS ARE TRYING TO MAKE ME AND THIS CAR DISAPPEAR. HELP ME.