derrick_cylon (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} derrick_cylon) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} kobols_legacies,@ 2008-03-07 15:44:00 |
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So say...
At a work bench in the electronics shop aboard Shangri-la, Derrick Princeton from his wheelchair worked on re-building a crucial piece of hard-ward from the wireless studio, that would be used for mobile broadcasts. He used his knowledge of electronic engineering to build it, but it had not been perfect. It had malfunctioned.
He turned a dial and it powered up, indicated by the lit red light. There was a spark, and the red light went off.
“The frakking thing,” he cursed, then gave a short measure with his thumb and fore finger. “I’m about this close of recycling this piece of junk.” He looked up at a fellow radio broadcaster who had a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Now, now Derrick, you shouldn’t talk harshly of your creation.” He lean over to take a closer look at the exposed wiring. “Maybe one of the wires are crossed.”
Derrick sigh glumly. He lean over the machine and looked at the wiring through the reading glasses he wore. After a minute of following wires with his pen, “I’ll be darn. You’re right, Jack. I did crossed some wires, plugged them in the wrong slots.” He moved to his finger to pinch the wire out of the slot.
“Hey! You might want…” Warned Jack, too late, a jolt of electricity ran up Derrick’s arm and through his body once his finger made contact with the hot wire. The jolt of electricity was not strong enough to cause a lethal result, but enough for a strong reaction.
Derrick pulled back violently with his hand, while at the same time leaping off his wheelchair and away from the table. He fell to the floor, holding his finger. “Frak, frak, frak, that bites.”
“You ok? Asked Jack looking down on him with his coffee still in his hand.
Derrick wet his finger with his mouth, so to help soothe the sting. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.”
“Your foot,” said Jack.
Derrick looked, he had moved it. He will his foot to move again and it did, he tried the other, with the same success. “I can move them.” He sat up on the floor and then grabbed at his leg, “I can feel my leg!” He looked up at Jack. “I can feel my legs!” After nearly three years of no feeling or use of his legs, this was a miracle.
God’s well.
At a work bench in the electronics shop aboard Shangri-la, Derrick Princeton from his wheelchair worked on re-building a crucial piece of hard-ward from the wireless studio, that would be used for mobile broadcasts. He used his knowledge of electronic engineering to build it, but it had not been perfect. It had malfunctioned.
He turned a dial and it powered up, indicated by the lit red light. There was a spark, and the red light went off.
“The frakking thing,” he cursed, then gave a short measure with his thumb and fore finger. “I’m about this close of recycling this piece of junk.” He looked up at a fellow radio broadcaster who had a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Now, now Derrick, you shouldn’t talk harshly of your creation.” He lean over to take a closer look at the exposed wiring. “Maybe one of the wires are crossed.”
Derrick sigh glumly. He lean over the machine and looked at the wiring through the reading glasses he wore. After a minute of following wires with his pen, “I’ll be darn. You’re right, Jack. I did crossed some wires, plugged them in the wrong slots.” He moved to his finger to pinch the wire out of the slot.
“Hey! You might want…” Warned Jack, too late, a jolt of electricity ran up Derrick’s arm and through his body once his finger made contact with the hot wire. The jolt of electricity was not strong enough to cause a lethal result, but enough for a strong reaction.
Derrick pulled back violently with his hand, while at the same time leaping off his wheelchair and away from the table. He fell to the floor, holding his finger. “Frak, frak, frak, that bites.”
“You ok? Asked Jack looking down on him with his coffee still in his hand.
Derrick wet his finger with his mouth, so to help soothe the sting. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.”
“Your foot,” said Jack.
Derrick looked, he had moved it. He will his foot to move again and it did, he tried the other, with the same success. “I can move them.” He sat up on the floor and then grabbed at his leg, “I can feel my leg!” He looked up at Jack. “I can feel my legs!” After nearly three years of no feeling or use of his legs, this was a miracle.
God’s well.