08-31-2018, 12:50 AM
Danika was not charmed by Ephriam but not due to any shortage of effort. "Danika," she responded distractedly. Her ears were tuned elsewhere. All the things she beheld left her stunned to say the least. "Power means nothing. This is no mechanical or electrical energy." Power was the rate of doing work, an function of energy over time. These criss-crossed lines blurring the air was some kind of energy, but not one she could identify. She wanted to swipe a palm through one, just to contrast the lack of sensation with what was sensed by the heart.
It was a foolish leap to attempt reconciliation between her body and her heart. Her scientists' mind buzzed with possibilities. Not for the last time she wondered at the nature of this conduit they found themselves to be. This power was an energy, certainly, but not one of any known particle to exist. Electrons did not power these cords no more than hopeful thinking powered electricity.
The power permeated the universe. The same patterns she detected in the depths of space she was able to reproduce in the lab, but only with means of the lines of light. Ephriam was right. The name was factually wrong.
Marcus was drawn to the heart of the matter, though. He assisted Ascendancy and swept alongside the men of uniform. Tension mounted. Danika's breath was trapped in her chest as they were surrounded.
It was a relief when the tension diffused without a shot fired. Powers and lines were bedeviling, but guns she understood. Ascendancy's departure snuffed the conflict from the air, however, and others filed away. She wished she was one of them, but something kept her here.
Someone.
It was a foolish leap to attempt reconciliation between her body and her heart. Her scientists' mind buzzed with possibilities. Not for the last time she wondered at the nature of this conduit they found themselves to be. This power was an energy, certainly, but not one of any known particle to exist. Electrons did not power these cords no more than hopeful thinking powered electricity.
The power permeated the universe. The same patterns she detected in the depths of space she was able to reproduce in the lab, but only with means of the lines of light. Ephriam was right. The name was factually wrong.
Marcus was drawn to the heart of the matter, though. He assisted Ascendancy and swept alongside the men of uniform. Tension mounted. Danika's breath was trapped in her chest as they were surrounded.
It was a relief when the tension diffused without a shot fired. Powers and lines were bedeviling, but guns she understood. Ascendancy's departure snuffed the conflict from the air, however, and others filed away. She wished she was one of them, but something kept her here.
Someone.