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Have you ever wondered what websites presidents surf? 🙂

Anyway, the unusual plants will play a very important part of the plot, which will continue sometime next week after soon as I get my horrid homework done.

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As a linguist and a literatur, I absolutely love this phrontistery site 🙂 Thank you for introducing me to this resource. My lexical tendencies are second nature, but I still opt to avoid boring my readers.

As for the universe distorter, it will be unveiled- now!

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A week after Stephanie’s epiphany we placed the final tweaks on the energy redistributor. I would never forget those days, her eyes dialated with zeal, arms pumping as she handled the riveter. I almost wished that the device would never be complete, but here it stood before us.

"Beautiful!" I remarked, looking at the sixty foot spiral-like structure.

"Isn’t it. Still, we should test it." Dr. Aspera hovered over the control panel, meticulously manipulating knobs and switches. "Eric, take one of those graphite rods over there and place it on the omphalos."

I complied, fitting a dark gray cylinder into an impression which would serve as a port for the superconductors. "Stand back!" the doctor commanded. I walked away from the machine until I stood far behind the border of a red circle. I lowered my visor, equipped my earplugs, and looked upward. "Ready!"

Dr. Aspera flipped a switch, and static electricity began to accumulate around the top of the spiral, like a meniscus of a flask full of water, then the energy traveled downward around the coils of the spiral, which were lined with cyclotronic electromagnetic fields. These coils, I remembered had a modulating effect, like the loops of a transformer or the control rods in a nuclear reactor. When the stream of energy reached the bottom, sphereoids of electrons dribbled onto the graphite rod, and the space around it appeared to blur slightly. There was a small explosion, and the graphite rod dissappeared. Dr. Aspera turned off the machine, causing the electrons to dissipate with a sharp crackling sound. She stood up, and smiled at me. I could see her words, although my earplugs were still mollifying the ambient sounds. "Success!"

This was the beginning of a less exciting battery of trials. The doctor insisted that every invention be tested 100 times, and if it succeeded exactly as expected more then 95 times, she deemed it worthy of submission. Two hundred ninety nine trials latter, we asseverated the efficacy of the spiral, the graphite foci, the conductors and the capacitor-relay system. As I filled the last page with field data Stephanie stood up and gestured for me to remove my earplugs. I did so, feeling the ozone tinctured air rushing into them. "We should leave. The ozone is beginning to build up." She warned.

We deactivated all the electronics and secured the lab. Before leaving, Dr. Aspera flipped a switch outside the laboratory, turning on some focused UV lamps for the flora inside. "We’ve made tremendous progress today!" she smiled tersely.

"Maybe so, yet I’m worried about the ozone. How long will it take to revert to breathable oxygen?"

The doctor made some indifferent gesture. "With the starshields in there, I doubt it will take more than a week. I’ll cultivate some more to place before the next big day." I suspected that I heard her squeal with glee.

"Hmmm. Starshields…" I muttered, remembering the plants that lined the physics department. The starshield, also known as Helianthus celestis was an exotic mutant plant which had been recently developed by NASA. It had multiple metabolic pathways, which caused it to be able to process ozone as well as carbon dioxide. In addition to normal sunlight, it could also absorb levels of radiation which pose a threat to human life, and electricity. The species was originally developed to help astronauts cultivate uninhabitable planets, yet they required a stable gravimetric environment and a precise mixture of nutrients to survive, making them unusable for space flight. Still, they were quite popular, and nuclear facilities often featured sprawling gardens of the unworldly plants.

"Would you mind coming to my office for a moment?" Dr. Aspera asked. I complied somewhat nervously. She instructed me to sign a series of papers pertaining to my participation in the experiments and one other document. My eyes widened as I realized what I was holding.

"You’re signing… my papers?" I gasped.

The doctor nodded, staring down at a list of abstract equations. "Yes, you’ve done wonderfully, and I know that I’ve subjected you to extensive hours, and you’ve certainly earned it."

"Thank you…" I muttered, and I started to leave. I stopped upon feeling the warmth of her fingers on my arm.

"Wait, I request that you indulge me in one small favor."

"Specify, please" I glanced at her. She seemed to almost blush as she spoke.

"I have to teach a class tomorrow. Could you… listen to my first lesson and tell me what you think?"

"Certainly." I sat down and waited.

"Okay.." She began. Her lesson was inept, as was expected for a teaching tyro, but she presented the ideas very clearly. She smiled again when I told her so. It was far into the night, so I went back to my dorm room, and went to sleep.

A few days later, I found Dennis in the postgraduate mailroom. "You’re up early,Weed Rat." I smirked.

"You look like you finally got some sleep, Pencil Head." He retorted. I reached into my mailbox and extricated something most unexpected. It was a red and pink starshield, with a card attached. I read it aloud.

"Dear Dr. Redgar,

To commemorate your success, here is an especially rare breed of starshield, may it protect you in the future.

-Dr. Stephanie Aspera"

"Whoa! Check out that plant! She must really like you!" Dennis was astonished by the colorful dinner plate blossom.

"Well, it is rather intricate isn’t it?" I looked at the red and pink design, remembering that the doctor cultivated the vivid blossoms as a hobby.

"Dude, don’t you see what it looks like?" Dennis waved his arms emphatically.

I shrugged and squinted. "A mollusk? a heart?… Whatever, Dennis…I don’t have time for this game. I have to put this thing next to an alarm clock and give a presentation today." I left my incredulous roommate behind as I prepared for the rigors of the day.

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That was a fun episode, but it was kind of lame when the muscles dissappeared immediately after the machines her ejeceted.

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One exception to the Shrunken Man distinction is that it is acceptable if the shrinking is a side effect of the woman’s growth. Look at Marknew’s VR Muscle story for an excellent example of this.

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Thanks 🙂

The first eyes are supposed to be that way because she’s an anime style bishoujo. My dream is to create a manga with a cast almost completely composed of inordinately large amazons.

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That was a surreal tale of trafficking and transmongrification. I like your inclusion of the different vehicles.

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I now understand why so many people enjoy writing fanfiction.

Aeris was the least developed of the characters. So her part was the hardest to capture.

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Not to mention now that I have gleaned some indication of your videogame past I humbly demand that you orient some possible stroyline in that direction.

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