We’re Walking, We’re Walking
September 22nd, 2008

We’re Walking, We’re Walking

She consulted her clipboard, expertly timing her movements to match her rhythm. Bounce, bounce, bounce. “Ninety-seven hours and… forty-three minutes… doctor. I should be able… to hold my present level… of mental acuity… till the weekend.”


Parvo continued reconnoitering her as she bounded off. “Excellent,” he said under his breath, and then had to hustle after Buchanon who was already on the move again, pointing at various doors and rooms as he passed.

“There are some amazing things happening here,” Buchanon was saying. “Blond guy by the tanks? He’s developing a way to teach children intravenously. That team down there? Cold fusion, probably within the decade. That’s Marty – Hi Marty! – he came up with an all-natural breast implant that actually takes on the woman’s DNA. That was a profitable one, there.”

“Yeah,” Parvo grumbled. “You’re saints. You got dental?”

“Better. We have a breakthrough. A breakthrough that’s incredible even by our standards, which are, I should point out, astounding.”

“What is it?”

Buchanon stopped to look at him. “Why? You won’t understand it. I don’t understand it, and I’m much smarter than you.” He leaned forward with a conspiratorial look on his face. “But the short answer is: we’ve found a way to step outside of time.”

Parvo blinked. “You what?”

“We can stop time,” Buchanon said, once again striding away. Parvo sighed and followed, his fist clenching and unclenching over and over as he gazed longingly at the back of Buchanon’s head. “Step outside of it and let it continue without us, like jumping to the next chapter of a book.”

“Like being in stasis?”

Buchanan stopped again, nearly being bowled over in the process, and looked at the bigger man in surprise. “Very good, Vince. Have you been watching ‘Star Trek?’”

“I’m still waiting to hear why I shouldn’t kill you,” Parvo said.

Buchanon grinned. “Come on. Let me introduce you to someone brilliant.”

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