...if I ever write it, that is. The following scene occured to me this morning. It has no context at the moment, although I know roughly where in the current embryonic plot it would go.
I really ought to share this with my prereaders first, but it's really not enough to bother them with.
Enjoy!
-- Bob
PS. Oh, and there's a semi-spoiler for a minor thing that happens in the remainder of DW2 here -- but it's nothing that a sharp reader wouldn't already be expecting as a matter of course.
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I pulled up to the balcony railing and let the cycle hover as I looked over at four teenagers in white military-style uniforms gathered around a wrought-iron table. They were deeply absorbed in whatever it was they were doing and had yet to notice me. I chuckled and keyed on the helmet PA system. Then I yelled "Excuse me!", more to get their attention than anything else, since the gravity drive on the cycle was, as always, all but silent.As one, four heads pivoted toward me, revealing four young facesin identical pop-eyed, mouths-open expressions of disbelief."I'm looking for Deputy Chairman Akio Ohtori," I continued, in somewhat softer tones. "Might any of you know where I could find him?"One of the four recovered enough to raise a hand and point shakily upward, toward the top of the tower.I mimed tipping a non-existent hat, shouted, "Thank you very much!"and gunned the vertical on the gravdrive. A glance below as I shot straight upwards confirmed that they were tracking my every movement.God, I love doing stuff like that to people.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
I really ought to share this with my prereaders first, but it's really not enough to bother them with.
Enjoy!
-- Bob
PS. Oh, and there's a semi-spoiler for a minor thing that happens in the remainder of DW2 here -- but it's nothing that a sharp reader wouldn't already be expecting as a matter of course.
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I pulled up to the balcony railing and let the cycle hover as I looked over at four teenagers in white military-style uniforms gathered around a wrought-iron table. They were deeply absorbed in whatever it was they were doing and had yet to notice me. I chuckled and keyed on the helmet PA system. Then I yelled "Excuse me!", more to get their attention than anything else, since the gravity drive on the cycle was, as always, all but silent.As one, four heads pivoted toward me, revealing four young facesin identical pop-eyed, mouths-open expressions of disbelief."I'm looking for Deputy Chairman Akio Ohtori," I continued, in somewhat softer tones. "Might any of you know where I could find him?"One of the four recovered enough to raise a hand and point shakily upward, toward the top of the tower.I mimed tipping a non-existent hat, shouted, "Thank you very much!"and gunned the vertical on the gravdrive. A glance below as I shot straight upwards confirmed that they were tracking my every movement.God, I love doing stuff like that to people.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.