My Words Like Silent Raindrops
Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2012 by Mary E. Lowd
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Nicole and Ivan were among the newest, promising young scientists at the Western Spiral Arm Planetary Institute of Technology. For the time being, they were working on a project together. He did the chemistry, and she did the physics. The partnership worked well. Almost too well.
This morning, while warming up the elasti-tron, Nicole cruised through the Wespirtech history files to pass the time. They meant to get an early start, but the old vid-files were too funny. By the time the elasti-tron made its blink, blink, beep, beep, I'm ready signal, Nicole and Ivan were deeply absorbed and didn't notice.
"Look at this folder," Nicole said to Ivan, who was watching over her shoulder. "These vids are absolutely ancient...all the way back from when people lived on Earth I..." They shook their heads appreciatively.
"Mindular telechips..." Ivan read. "I wonder what that is..."