Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 23:55:45 GMT -5
It was warm in here.
More so than it usually got. Did she have a fever? A simple grab at a thermometer, and quick inspection before it was plopped into her mouth, showed that her temperature was appropriate. A glance at the thermostat showed it was still set where it usually was, and she couldn't make out any glossy reflection, that hinted a false label was placed over.
So what was it? Taking a walk around her lab, where the crunching of paper crackled beneath her feet, her eyes had gazed about the room. The space was confined to being the size of a small bedroom, ample in space enough for her to somewhat run in from the doorway, though certainly not enough to fit a bed among the tables she had here.
All around, the sights of books and paper could be seen lying about, with a few having found itself onto the floor, but she determined couldn't have been that important, if it couldn't hung onto where she had left it in the first place. Resting next to a pile of books she vaguely recalled went into talk of gravity, her eyes stopped on the single and only window in the room, which had been left open in what she had deemed to be reasonable.
The problem for what felt like sudden warmth, seemed to have lied with the pile of books finding themselves blocking the space she had opened. It must have happened while she was looking for one of her other notes, and had gone unrealized, with the number of things on her mind. Even now her curiosity on what happened, was quickly fleeting for something more important. Everything in this lab, was written or typed by her own hand. Data from her observations.
They had its uses and importance, though they also tended to be quickly outdated. She could make predictions when it came to the growth that some can show more than others, but that didn't really wipe away the bit of ire she felt, knowing what she recorded, didn't match where she figured things would go. Especially when the increments were off by just a few points. The decisions she took were with purpose, and not meant to derail from her suspicions.
Though that seemed to be the issue when it came to growth. With what technology they took from the Tuffles and other species to use in their everyday life, there was nothing really limiting a fellow Brenchian from taking on new challenges and gravity not yet adjusted to. She had some friends who hospitalized themselves from going beyond what their body was capable of, in the hopes that they would be able to go on and transcend to something better.
But it was all detrimental and unproven. She found herself back at her work desk, which space was clearer than the others in the room. Though her eyes were looking over the contents of what she wrote from within, and her hands had crossed or replaced information that was no longer useful with a pen, her mind worked continued to work on recalling.
One subject had shown improvement in an area that shouldn't have been befitting to him, due to the weight in certain areas of his body. She had in fact been confident enough to have marked him down for improving in a different area instead. But things just hadn't gone that way. Was it because she hadn't made enough suggestions?
So long as the mind heard what it liked, it wasn't difficult at all to make someone lean towards one decision over another. Something had gone differently that she didn't account for, but even going over everything, she just couldn't see it. Marking off the entry as one that was expected to derail from what she theorized, she moved onto a different matter. The chair she sat in, which was able to roll elsewhere, did so over to one of the other tables.
There, were her more personal notes that reflected her own progress. The entries here were more accurate and accounted for than she knew any others to be, though it was only reasonable for her to pay more attention to herself than anyone else. Her own successes could lead to bigger and better things that her people would more than appreciate through the usual endeavors they sought out. A Brenchian should only be bested in speed by another Brenchian.
That was how things should be. According to her data here, her own power had doubled more than it was several months ago, and without any of the resources she knew others had. Things such as gravity chambers, or heavy clothing, would prove itself to be difficult for her to focus on her own research. Instead of theories and seeing why development was going differently than where she predicted them to for others, there would be a focus on when she would adjust.
In a way, it would be a race of sorts to go and test how long before she would even exceed her own expectations. The only problem was however, was that she had no interest in such things. Her lifelong goal, although would require her body to be at levels that were only currently dreams, wasn't one that justified going off to pay expenses toward training material. It was likely that she was going to invest in such things, but only when ready.
Her accounts in this journal were correct in that she had stated this was expected of her to be around this level. But for her to continue this trend when it came to power, it would take possibly many more months. Images of wealth were what came to her mind as the reason for why, along with what she would be able to do with such possessions of money.
They were things she was actually lacking in reality however. What Brenchians there were on this planet who were even close to her caliber, were not only confident in their own findings, but also had their own assistants.
Day in and day out, she was alone here in this lab of hers, which for any other Brenchian, would likely have been treated more like a home or fitness center, than a workspace that relied on thinking to go and pass the time with.
But time was the only cure for such things, not daydreams of wants and desires. This entry was left open like the rest, if only in the case that she could connect one theory she had, in a notebook that was another.
Most of what she read today already served to be useless as its information grew to be outdated, and they were certainly something she would pack up into a bin and go on to throw away later, where it would be forgotten from her mind. However, there were upsides to all of this research, no matter how many of her theories had gone on and derailed to where she had expected things to go. That upside came in the form of speed, which according to her data, changed.
The Brenchians she knew were getting slower.
WC: 1197
Taking Zeni
More so than it usually got. Did she have a fever? A simple grab at a thermometer, and quick inspection before it was plopped into her mouth, showed that her temperature was appropriate. A glance at the thermostat showed it was still set where it usually was, and she couldn't make out any glossy reflection, that hinted a false label was placed over.
So what was it? Taking a walk around her lab, where the crunching of paper crackled beneath her feet, her eyes had gazed about the room. The space was confined to being the size of a small bedroom, ample in space enough for her to somewhat run in from the doorway, though certainly not enough to fit a bed among the tables she had here.
All around, the sights of books and paper could be seen lying about, with a few having found itself onto the floor, but she determined couldn't have been that important, if it couldn't hung onto where she had left it in the first place. Resting next to a pile of books she vaguely recalled went into talk of gravity, her eyes stopped on the single and only window in the room, which had been left open in what she had deemed to be reasonable.
The problem for what felt like sudden warmth, seemed to have lied with the pile of books finding themselves blocking the space she had opened. It must have happened while she was looking for one of her other notes, and had gone unrealized, with the number of things on her mind. Even now her curiosity on what happened, was quickly fleeting for something more important. Everything in this lab, was written or typed by her own hand. Data from her observations.
They had its uses and importance, though they also tended to be quickly outdated. She could make predictions when it came to the growth that some can show more than others, but that didn't really wipe away the bit of ire she felt, knowing what she recorded, didn't match where she figured things would go. Especially when the increments were off by just a few points. The decisions she took were with purpose, and not meant to derail from her suspicions.
Though that seemed to be the issue when it came to growth. With what technology they took from the Tuffles and other species to use in their everyday life, there was nothing really limiting a fellow Brenchian from taking on new challenges and gravity not yet adjusted to. She had some friends who hospitalized themselves from going beyond what their body was capable of, in the hopes that they would be able to go on and transcend to something better.
But it was all detrimental and unproven. She found herself back at her work desk, which space was clearer than the others in the room. Though her eyes were looking over the contents of what she wrote from within, and her hands had crossed or replaced information that was no longer useful with a pen, her mind worked continued to work on recalling.
One subject had shown improvement in an area that shouldn't have been befitting to him, due to the weight in certain areas of his body. She had in fact been confident enough to have marked him down for improving in a different area instead. But things just hadn't gone that way. Was it because she hadn't made enough suggestions?
So long as the mind heard what it liked, it wasn't difficult at all to make someone lean towards one decision over another. Something had gone differently that she didn't account for, but even going over everything, she just couldn't see it. Marking off the entry as one that was expected to derail from what she theorized, she moved onto a different matter. The chair she sat in, which was able to roll elsewhere, did so over to one of the other tables.
There, were her more personal notes that reflected her own progress. The entries here were more accurate and accounted for than she knew any others to be, though it was only reasonable for her to pay more attention to herself than anyone else. Her own successes could lead to bigger and better things that her people would more than appreciate through the usual endeavors they sought out. A Brenchian should only be bested in speed by another Brenchian.
That was how things should be. According to her data here, her own power had doubled more than it was several months ago, and without any of the resources she knew others had. Things such as gravity chambers, or heavy clothing, would prove itself to be difficult for her to focus on her own research. Instead of theories and seeing why development was going differently than where she predicted them to for others, there would be a focus on when she would adjust.
In a way, it would be a race of sorts to go and test how long before she would even exceed her own expectations. The only problem was however, was that she had no interest in such things. Her lifelong goal, although would require her body to be at levels that were only currently dreams, wasn't one that justified going off to pay expenses toward training material. It was likely that she was going to invest in such things, but only when ready.
Her accounts in this journal were correct in that she had stated this was expected of her to be around this level. But for her to continue this trend when it came to power, it would take possibly many more months. Images of wealth were what came to her mind as the reason for why, along with what she would be able to do with such possessions of money.
They were things she was actually lacking in reality however. What Brenchians there were on this planet who were even close to her caliber, were not only confident in their own findings, but also had their own assistants.
Day in and day out, she was alone here in this lab of hers, which for any other Brenchian, would likely have been treated more like a home or fitness center, than a workspace that relied on thinking to go and pass the time with.
But time was the only cure for such things, not daydreams of wants and desires. This entry was left open like the rest, if only in the case that she could connect one theory she had, in a notebook that was another.
Most of what she read today already served to be useless as its information grew to be outdated, and they were certainly something she would pack up into a bin and go on to throw away later, where it would be forgotten from her mind. However, there were upsides to all of this research, no matter how many of her theories had gone on and derailed to where she had expected things to go. That upside came in the form of speed, which according to her data, changed.
The Brenchians she knew were getting slower.
WC: 1197
Taking Zeni
