Oh, just toss some subwhatsis superstringthingy gravity plates in the floors and be done with it.
I wrote a SF story in college where the characters realize that all their nifty technology was, in fact, impossible, and they come to perceive in the end that they are merely characters in a story, and that their God (that would be me) is too lazy to work out the proper details.
Their God kills them in the end to suppress the information, even though it was by His design that they made the discovery in the first place, for I am an arbitrary and angry God.
I got an "A"