Robert Lutece (iseeheads) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-10-09 09:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | robert lutece |
Who: Robert Lutece (though if you work at Stark Industries and want to stick your head in, you're more than welcome.)
When: 8 October
Where: His lab at Stark Industries
What: Just Robert being Robert - being a genius, creating tears, thinking about blowing himself up
Rating: PG
Robert crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the Lutece Field Machine sitting in his laboratory. It was a larger model than the first one he’d built, though nowhere near as large as the ones that had powered Columbia, and rather annoyingly, it was producing the same effects that those machines always had... the unwanted and unexpected tears. Thankfully this one had only been a small one and it formed in the lab rather than outside where anyone could see it. He crossed over to the large whiteboard that had equations scrawled all over it. He had learned how to use the computers of this time and he loved them beyond all measure but he still liked to write his equations out first when he was working on something. In this time and place, he much preferred whiteboards to blackboards. No annoying chalk dust messing up his clothes. He now glared at the equations and scribbled diagrams and gave a frustrated huff. He’d thought he’d figured out the problem that caused those extraneous tears but clearly he was wrong. He missed Rosalind enormously right now. Though they were the same person, their respective upbringings and indeed their respective genders gave enough of a difference to their thought processes that they were far better together than they were alone. That, along with the unrelenting boredom, loneliness and ennui he'd seen in his future at home, had been what had convinced him to step through the tear permanently into Rosalind's world. Right now, however, he needed to make this work. He was convinced that it was the first step in getting back his ability to use the tears himself and until he’d lost that ability, he’d never realised how much he enjoyed it. And not just for the fun of frustrating and annoying Booker DeWitt. "I am beginning to think that it would be easier to simply blow up one of these damn machines again with me in it," he grumbled to the room in general. "The pain of the explosion and having my molecules smeared across the multiverse would surely be less than this annoyance." The most frustrating part was... he wasn't exactly being facetious. He remembered the explosion and the pain had been incredible but very short in duration. Surely that would be a small price to pay for what he would get out of it? |