If there was ever a worst time for an explosion, that would be when you could always count on their being one, correct? Correct. Irrefutable law of science.
Completely unaware that people had come to judge her and the others, Agatha was going about her usual routine. She still had a list of projects a mile long to work on, and was getting inspired by new things all the time.
Just now... she was working on her own take on a transporter unit. Since the argument with Killian, she was determined to prove that science could move something from one location to another without visible or obvious means, instantaneously.
He claimed magic could do that, but there was no magic, only science one did not comprehend. She intended to prove it.
So far she was working on a smaller scale, trying to transport an apple from one end of the table to the other. This all could have been averted if they had shown her a transporter, but then, of course, she would have wanted to take it apart, so maybe it was just as well.
She had a dish on either end of the table, with small rays arrayed around the rim, pointing inward. She took a bite of her food as she checked the calibration one last time. If this worked, the apple she put in the left hand tray should appear in the right hand one...
She didn't bother to pull on her goggles. The mad girl gleam was in her eyes, and safety precautions were not a priority.
If they were, she might have tried to clear the room.
"Here's to science!" she said, toasting her creation with her drink before pressing the button....
Beams came from the tray it was on and struck the fruit.
The apple shook. Vibrated. Rocked. There would be, for just a moment, the wonderful smell of baked apples...
Just before the apple, and both plates, exploded. The apple really didn't look large enough for how much apple goop it shot out in every direction. This time, however, the table was more or less intact. So... that was a victory. It was messy, as was everyone around her, but intact.
Boom
Completely unaware that people had come to judge her and the others, Agatha was going about her usual routine. She still had a list of projects a mile long to work on, and was getting inspired by new things all the time.
Just now... she was working on her own take on a transporter unit. Since the argument with Killian, she was determined to prove that science could move something from one location to another without visible or obvious means, instantaneously.
He claimed magic could do that, but there was no magic, only science one did not comprehend. She intended to prove it.
So far she was working on a smaller scale, trying to transport an apple from one end of the table to the other. This all could have been averted if they had shown her a transporter, but then, of course, she would have wanted to take it apart, so maybe it was just as well.
She had a dish on either end of the table, with small rays arrayed around the rim, pointing inward. She took a bite of her food as she checked the calibration one last time. If this worked, the apple she put in the left hand tray should appear in the right hand one...
She didn't bother to pull on her goggles. The mad girl gleam was in her eyes, and safety precautions were not a priority.
If they were, she might have tried to clear the room.
"Here's to science!" she said, toasting her creation with her drink before pressing the button....
Beams came from the tray it was on and struck the fruit.
The apple shook. Vibrated. Rocked. There would be, for just a moment, the wonderful smell of baked apples...
Just before the apple, and both plates, exploded. The apple really didn't look large enough for how much apple goop it shot out in every direction. This time, however, the table was more or less intact. So... that was a victory. It was messy, as was everyone around her, but intact.