October 20, 2008 -- Mount Washington, NH
Bullets flattened against the integrity fields of Eljay's Neon as he navigated up the Mount Washington Auto Road. He'd already activated the BTTF drive and was effectively flying inches above the road. He snarled as the audio feed for WMUR-9 TV was playing the interview with that asshole Webster.
"We can only hope that our brave State Troopers stop this cowardly terrorist from unleashing his grey goo weapon," the Senatorial candidate droned, "on the citizens of our fair state. It is only due to lax legislation in Congress that the terrorist was able to get his hands on it! We need a stronger hand in the Senate, preventing loonies like this recluse from even being able to hear about things like this 'Handwavium!'"
While the reporters were doing a more evenhanded job of maintaining his 'alleged' status, Eljay could read the writing on the wall. Everything he had, with the exceptions of what was in the car with him had already been seized by the FBI, his father was in the emergency room from the stress, and his mother was at his sisters because everything they had had been seized as well. The real eye opener had been the shots fired by the State Troopers as he had pulled onto the Interstate. No warning lights, no siren, just ratatatat.
Then the lights and sirens had come on, but hell if he was going to stop unarmed when he'd get shot for "driving while Fen."
He smiled at the straightaway in front of him.
"Roads?" he quoted in a shaky Christopher Lloyd impression. "Where we're going, we won't need roads." He put the throttle to the floor and pulled back on the steering column as the speedometer hit 88 miles per hour and the orbital boost kicked in, leaving twin trails of plasma hanging in the sky.
November 5, 2008 -- Dot Matrix's Mainframe Diner, Kandor Dome, Luna
The newly-christened Vulpine Fury sat morosely in a booth at the restaurant he was helping to build and poked idly at his newly-waved laptop, connecting to the internet through several dummy routers set up by the Watchtower. He checked his new email accounts, since his old ones were now obviously compromised and fired off a message to his sister replying that he had received the good news about his parents continued health. That finished, he turned to "local" news from back home and felt ice-cold rage set him quivering.
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Bullets flattened against the integrity fields of Eljay's Neon as he navigated up the Mount Washington Auto Road. He'd already activated the BTTF drive and was effectively flying inches above the road. He snarled as the audio feed for WMUR-9 TV was playing the interview with that asshole Webster.
"We can only hope that our brave State Troopers stop this cowardly terrorist from unleashing his grey goo weapon," the Senatorial candidate droned, "on the citizens of our fair state. It is only due to lax legislation in Congress that the terrorist was able to get his hands on it! We need a stronger hand in the Senate, preventing loonies like this recluse from even being able to hear about things like this 'Handwavium!'"
While the reporters were doing a more evenhanded job of maintaining his 'alleged' status, Eljay could read the writing on the wall. Everything he had, with the exceptions of what was in the car with him had already been seized by the FBI, his father was in the emergency room from the stress, and his mother was at his sisters because everything they had had been seized as well. The real eye opener had been the shots fired by the State Troopers as he had pulled onto the Interstate. No warning lights, no siren, just ratatatat.
Then the lights and sirens had come on, but hell if he was going to stop unarmed when he'd get shot for "driving while Fen."
He smiled at the straightaway in front of him.
"Roads?" he quoted in a shaky Christopher Lloyd impression. "Where we're going, we won't need roads." He put the throttle to the floor and pulled back on the steering column as the speedometer hit 88 miles per hour and the orbital boost kicked in, leaving twin trails of plasma hanging in the sky.
November 5, 2008 -- Dot Matrix's Mainframe Diner, Kandor Dome, Luna
The newly-christened Vulpine Fury sat morosely in a booth at the restaurant he was helping to build and poked idly at his newly-waved laptop, connecting to the internet through several dummy routers set up by the Watchtower. He checked his new email accounts, since his old ones were now obviously compromised and fired off a message to his sister replying that he had received the good news about his parents continued health. That finished, he turned to "local" news from back home and felt ice-cold rage set him quivering.
Quote:Yahoo! News! Webster wins NH Senate Seat on "Anti-Handwavium" Platform''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll