One of Regina Langely's favorite features of 36 Atalante was The Park - a mile-diameter circle of open grassy fields and groves of trees covered by a protective dome. A high-power lamp supplemented what little sunlight actually arrived at 36 Atalante, and gave the sensation of warm sunlight while climate control provided the Prefect Breeze(tm).
She had just gone out to get some of the fresh air all the greenery provided when she noticed something odd. In the main field, where the playground was located, she spotted what looked like a can of paint, sitting just-as-you-please next to the swing sets. Scowling quizically, she bent down for a closer examination... and then recoiled in surprise as she noticed that the contents was not paint, but the standard Gray Goo strain Handwavium.
"Gina!" Automatically she looked to the source of the voice. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped when she saw Ben hanging in the air, thirty feet over her head.
Quickly, her sensibilities reasserted themselves. "Benjamin Michael Rhodes! What in the hell did you do this time!?"
Benjamin only grinned giddily and shrugged. "I handwaved the swingset on a lark... and this happened."
Gina parsed that for a moment, then struggled to find the words as her mouth worked silently. "YOU!" she finally settled on. "Billions of Solcreds of hardware, thousands of lives, four-hundred decaliters of Gray Goo, and you go and do something as Blue Haired as that!?"
"But you've always known I'm just a big kid at heart. Besides, nothing's going on right now. So find us some batery-powered fans and some water ballons - I wanna play Zeppelin Komandor!"
Astonished, she blinked at him before saying, "Mein Göttin en Valhalla, you're serious, aren't you?" Benjamin only shrugged again, as if to say, Hey, what'cha gonna do about it? She shook her head at that, turned and walked away. "I'll send Jess to get you down from there if you don't come down on your own," she called over her shoulder.
Maybe she could just hang out with Mom instead. Weird as she was, she was at least mature.
Inspired by this.
C'mon, you know you wanna do it! (^_^)
She had just gone out to get some of the fresh air all the greenery provided when she noticed something odd. In the main field, where the playground was located, she spotted what looked like a can of paint, sitting just-as-you-please next to the swing sets. Scowling quizically, she bent down for a closer examination... and then recoiled in surprise as she noticed that the contents was not paint, but the standard Gray Goo strain Handwavium.
"Gina!" Automatically she looked to the source of the voice. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped when she saw Ben hanging in the air, thirty feet over her head.
Quickly, her sensibilities reasserted themselves. "Benjamin Michael Rhodes! What in the hell did you do this time!?"
Benjamin only grinned giddily and shrugged. "I handwaved the swingset on a lark... and this happened."
Gina parsed that for a moment, then struggled to find the words as her mouth worked silently. "YOU!" she finally settled on. "Billions of Solcreds of hardware, thousands of lives, four-hundred decaliters of Gray Goo, and you go and do something as Blue Haired as that!?"
"But you've always known I'm just a big kid at heart. Besides, nothing's going on right now. So find us some batery-powered fans and some water ballons - I wanna play Zeppelin Komandor!"
Astonished, she blinked at him before saying, "Mein Göttin en Valhalla, you're serious, aren't you?" Benjamin only shrugged again, as if to say, Hey, what'cha gonna do about it? She shook her head at that, turned and walked away. "I'll send Jess to get you down from there if you don't come down on your own," she called over her shoulder.
Maybe she could just hang out with Mom instead. Weird as she was, she was at least mature.
Inspired by this.
C'mon, you know you wanna do it! (^_^)