John Henry Forge (great_maker) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2011-02-07 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | incomplete, old pc: forge, shadowcat |
Who: Forge, OTA
What: There's a new student in town. He is underwhelmed.
When: Saturday late AM.
Where: Mansion foyer, possibly other places nearby
Rating: TBD
Forge sat in one of the very nice upholstered chairs, absently unraveling part of his shirt-sleeve as his parents chatted with the striking white-haired chick about curriculum and Forge's "special needs".
Special needs, his ass. Nobody here could hold a candle to him. He let his attentions wander as he tuned out the discussions of his parents. The air conditioning could be improved. Airflow quality, turbulence reduction, thermal conductivity. He could see the math, understand it intuitively.
Story of his life.
Surveillance. Discreet but present. Vislight only, limited field of view. Stationary apeture, fixed field of view. Stupid. Inelegant. He then let his gaze wander down to his new artificial hand. It needed refinement, but at least the underlying math was elegant. Functional.
Perfect.
Yawning, he tried to avoid counting the whorls of stain in the wood panelling.