So I got bored and kind of distracted towards the end of the sadly, mostly content free last class of the term today and I ended up thinking about the "two-weeks notice" bit of ViiOR that Foxboy's mentioned now and again. Anyway, this scene is part of what resulted.
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The students had just reached the collective decision that the TA wasn't going to show up, and that the tutorial had been cancelled when a cloud of smoke appeared at the front of the room. It rapidly dissipated revealing a bored looking young woman holding a sheaf of papers. She glanced up at the class.
"Right, sorry about that. We had a bit of a problem with the motion stage's latest vict... volunteer test subject."
She smiled brightly at them. "Now, before we begin today's tutorial, 'Fusion weapons, the JSDF and you', I've been asked to remind you of several things. First of all, make certain to save all your receipts, Carleton cannot reimburse you for materials for your term project if you do not have your receipts and have not filled out the correct forms, in triplicate, before the deadline. Second, any organic materials must pass the vetting process before they can be used. Thirdly those of you who will be working together on a giant robot need to submit your team list by Wednesday. And finally, you are reminded that Sunrise have some very good lawyers, better than either you or the university can afford."
She turned to the board and began hunting for a piece of chalk. Behind her the class fidgeted and one, braver than the rest, spoke up. "Um, Miss?"
She glanced back over her shoulder and he continued.
"What are you talking about? This is 'Intro to Digital Circuits'," he said.
She stopped writing on the board and turned to face them again. "Digital circuits? You're sure?"
"Yes Miss."
Frowning, she shuffled through the notes she had brought. "I don't suppose you signed the waiver of liability forms then, did you?" she said.
"No Miss."
Placing her hand behind her head she gave an embarrassed laugh. "Um, if you'll excuse me for a moment I have to make a phone call. Won't be a minute."
She hurried to the door, but stopped just before she left the room. "If you happen to hear a whistling sound that could be mistaken for incoming artillery, you might want to hide under the desks," she said.
The spokesman swallowed nervously. "That will help?"
"Um, sure, we'll go with that. Be right back." And she ducked out of the room.
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The future has arrived; it's just not evenly distributed.
-William Gibson
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The students had just reached the collective decision that the TA wasn't going to show up, and that the tutorial had been cancelled when a cloud of smoke appeared at the front of the room. It rapidly dissipated revealing a bored looking young woman holding a sheaf of papers. She glanced up at the class.
"Right, sorry about that. We had a bit of a problem with the motion stage's latest vict... volunteer test subject."
She smiled brightly at them. "Now, before we begin today's tutorial, 'Fusion weapons, the JSDF and you', I've been asked to remind you of several things. First of all, make certain to save all your receipts, Carleton cannot reimburse you for materials for your term project if you do not have your receipts and have not filled out the correct forms, in triplicate, before the deadline. Second, any organic materials must pass the vetting process before they can be used. Thirdly those of you who will be working together on a giant robot need to submit your team list by Wednesday. And finally, you are reminded that Sunrise have some very good lawyers, better than either you or the university can afford."
She turned to the board and began hunting for a piece of chalk. Behind her the class fidgeted and one, braver than the rest, spoke up. "Um, Miss?"
She glanced back over her shoulder and he continued.
"What are you talking about? This is 'Intro to Digital Circuits'," he said.
She stopped writing on the board and turned to face them again. "Digital circuits? You're sure?"
"Yes Miss."
Frowning, she shuffled through the notes she had brought. "I don't suppose you signed the waiver of liability forms then, did you?" she said.
"No Miss."
Placing her hand behind her head she gave an embarrassed laugh. "Um, if you'll excuse me for a moment I have to make a phone call. Won't be a minute."
She hurried to the door, but stopped just before she left the room. "If you happen to hear a whistling sound that could be mistaken for incoming artillery, you might want to hide under the desks," she said.
The spokesman swallowed nervously. "That will help?"
"Um, sure, we'll go with that. Be right back." And she ducked out of the room.
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The future has arrived; it's just not evenly distributed.
-William Gibson