11-02-2017, 07:44 PM
Danika must not have heard him right. She would work for the Consulate. For him? He would give her a laboratory, funding, equipment, and resources to bypass every single government regulation that bogged down even the most ambitious of projects. It couldn't be real. Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe she was going into a-fib; maybe she was already dead; maybe she was in a coma and this was all a dream. Because that's what it was: a dream come true. Every scientist's dream come true.
She could pursue anything and everything to her heart's content. If that was true, she would need a cot to sleep on in the lab because she'd never leave it. The stock on dry shampoo would skyrocket simply from her massive purchases. She was utterly and completely speechless. Her pupils were disks. Her jaw slack with shock. Channelers in her laboratory. Working together, creating circumstances impossible to replicate in the natural world. She could finally recreate the perfect environment hypothesized to exist inside the core of a black hole. Recreate it and manipulate it. But just in case he thought she was stuck in disbelief, he began to wield a performance.
Awe struck her skin like electricity. A sphere of pure molten fire roared an arm's length from her face. It radiated heat like a fireplace, but simply looking at the colors of the fire contained within, she knew that it had to be hotter than any wood-burning furnace. Even if it was half as hot as he said, 1000 Kelvins was really damn hot.
The dispersed heat and air ruffled her bangs about her eyes. She hesitantly accepted the ball into the palm of her hand, but it was cool to the touch. A miniature sun that she could keep in her pocket.
She curled her fingers around the orb, lips parting into a slow smile. "Consul, I dare to posit that Newton, Einstein, Feynman and Planck could not even fathom what we will do."
She bit her lower lip to keep the smile from erupting from her face. "When can I start?"
She could pursue anything and everything to her heart's content. If that was true, she would need a cot to sleep on in the lab because she'd never leave it. The stock on dry shampoo would skyrocket simply from her massive purchases. She was utterly and completely speechless. Her pupils were disks. Her jaw slack with shock. Channelers in her laboratory. Working together, creating circumstances impossible to replicate in the natural world. She could finally recreate the perfect environment hypothesized to exist inside the core of a black hole. Recreate it and manipulate it. But just in case he thought she was stuck in disbelief, he began to wield a performance.
Awe struck her skin like electricity. A sphere of pure molten fire roared an arm's length from her face. It radiated heat like a fireplace, but simply looking at the colors of the fire contained within, she knew that it had to be hotter than any wood-burning furnace. Even if it was half as hot as he said, 1000 Kelvins was really damn hot.
The dispersed heat and air ruffled her bangs about her eyes. She hesitantly accepted the ball into the palm of her hand, but it was cool to the touch. A miniature sun that she could keep in her pocket.
She curled her fingers around the orb, lips parting into a slow smile. "Consul, I dare to posit that Newton, Einstein, Feynman and Planck could not even fathom what we will do."
She bit her lower lip to keep the smile from erupting from her face. "When can I start?"