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An Inventor's Dream
Sep. 21st, 2010 07:17 pmDoc steps back and looks at his work for the day. The flux dispersal coils are in place, and the wormhole-creation system is almost completely rigged up. Not a bad day's work, in his opinion.
He smiles and runs his fingers over the line of the hood. He doesn't care what the previous owner said -- to him, this is an absolutely beautiful car. Even better now that he's gotten that paint off it. DeLoreans should always be gleaming stainless steel -- it's part of what sets them apart.
Of course, his is going to be set apart more than most. What with the various wires and lights strung all over the frame, and the large cooling vents set on the back, and the lightning rod sticking up past the back window. (He's decided against plutonium or a Mr. Fusion -- why bother when you can summon up 1.21 gigawatts anytime you please?) It's enough to make anyone do a double take when it passes them on the road.
Doc doesn't care, though. He's just fantastically happy. This was -- is -- his life's work, and he's finally getting the chance to complete it. Finally getting to invent what he wants to invent. Grinning to himself, he gives the car a pat and turns to get some food into himself. Behind him, the DeLorean sits quietly. She's not quite timeworthy yet, not by a long shot.
But she will be.
(OOC: To those wondering where the hell he finally got his hands on a DeLorean, see here :D)
He smiles and runs his fingers over the line of the hood. He doesn't care what the previous owner said -- to him, this is an absolutely beautiful car. Even better now that he's gotten that paint off it. DeLoreans should always be gleaming stainless steel -- it's part of what sets them apart.
Of course, his is going to be set apart more than most. What with the various wires and lights strung all over the frame, and the large cooling vents set on the back, and the lightning rod sticking up past the back window. (He's decided against plutonium or a Mr. Fusion -- why bother when you can summon up 1.21 gigawatts anytime you please?) It's enough to make anyone do a double take when it passes them on the road.
Doc doesn't care, though. He's just fantastically happy. This was -- is -- his life's work, and he's finally getting the chance to complete it. Finally getting to invent what he wants to invent. Grinning to himself, he gives the car a pat and turns to get some food into himself. Behind him, the DeLorean sits quietly. She's not quite timeworthy yet, not by a long shot.
But she will be.
(OOC: To those wondering where the hell he finally got his hands on a DeLorean, see here :D)
