Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2011 by Mary E. Lowd
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"Hey, Deenah, want to come down to the grav-lab with me? I hear the physics department is putting on a wild party tonight. Free-fall twister, skate around the edge of the black hole... That sort of thing."
Deenah put down the annulator she was using to fine-tune the wires in her hackishly made brain-wave generator. Wespirtech was legendary for its parties, and the physics department hadn't thrown one since Deenah arrived. She was sorely tempted to put her work aside and accompany Rayston...
"I can't," she said. "I have a project review tomorrow. If I get this working... get some visible progress..." she trailed off. "I'm afraid if I don't, they'll take my grant money away."
Rayston looked over the pair of brain-scanners, connected together by trailing wires. They looked like something you'd see in a hair salon: blue Naugahyde chairs with hollow metal boxes attached at the top, where the head goes. Except for the monitor screens in front. Chairs in a hair salon probably wouldn't have those.