Pre-Jump Earth Literature

[aestrix]

It's a new term, and the end of the break between terms most students have been enjoying. But time marches ever on, and so at 1:00 PM, just after lunch, twenty-six students all around the age of fifteen are finding seats in an obnoxiously decorated classroom. It's one of those classrooms that tries very hard to be peppy and inspirational, and only succeeds at being very out of touch, and kind of creepy.

Soon it will be time to read about things long-dead people wrote.

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[thisvorlunatic]

Miles, meanwhile, has lost his infinite loop twice - once to the rest of the machine, once to the floor - but finally managed to get two balls travelling the endless circuit together.

Except... one of them is going noticeably faster than the other, and after a few loops they collide, knocking themselves out of the air. One is recaptured by a different set of magnets and the other one falls on the floor.

This gives him an Idea.

He sets up the endless loop again just because he can, and then he tries to figure out how to turn the rest of the contraption into a racetrack.

[poll_the_stars]

The technical details of making pretty and excessively complicated lace are - very fiddly, to put it mildly. After a few minutes of painstakingly exact movements of gravity and magnetic fields, she makes a version that looks suitably lace-like. Then she peers at it, and all of the hundreds of little imperfections make themselves apparent to her, all of the little ways in which it could be better. Without a second thought, she clears it and starts over. The second time she's faster, and the result is unquestionably better, but she's not pleased with this, either.

She starts on a third, convinced that while this one might not be perfect, it might look something like what she's trying to achieve instead of not.

[thisvorlunatic]

Figuring out what would qualify as a racetrack is the first problem. Finally he decides that what he wants is for two different balls to follow two different courses that are as identical as he can make them, and arrive at the same destination. He circles the contraption several times, estimating how symmetrical he can get it and whether he will have to sacrifice the infinite loop. It looks like he will. Sorry, infinite loop. At least he makes sure to undo the loop gently enough that the ball isn't lost to the floor like so many of its brethren.

A few minutes of careful construction and testing later, he has two long near-identical courses spiraling down and then up again from two adjacent entry points controlled from the same station. If they're truly identical, the balls will collide in midair, up near the top of the contraption; if one course gives better acceleration than the other, the winner will pass through that space first; and either way, both balls will hopefully be caught by the leftover contraption elements he set up for that purpose, but he can't be sure they won't fall on the floor until he tries it.

He releases his racers simultaneously into their respective tracks.

They pick up speed pretty fast - he thinks he might have underestimated how much acceleration they're getting from those long curving sections. In fact he's now kind of worried that—

CRACK. CRACK.



Miles makes enough semirandom changes to scramble his racetrack-railgun past recovery as quickly as possible, and then he steps away from the contraption's enclosure, which now has two spectacular spiderwebbing cracks in its glass walls, up high on opposite sides of the enormous cylinder.

[poll_the_stars]

It turns out that practice at a highly technical thing is extremely conducive to doing that extremely technical thing well. Yvette's third lace attempt is - well, kind of gorgeous, actually. There are little things she can do better, little things she wants to try, maybe she can figure out a way to make patterns that are more flower-like instead of the incredibly geometric vaguely flower-like patterns she currently has.

Either way, she's pleased with her third result. She's just finishing up the final touches of it, coaxing geometrically perfect spirals into something more organic when a very loud something startles her out of her fugue.

She looks up in alarm at the loud noises. She notes the cracks in the contraption's enclosure.

".... Um, Miles?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Hi, Yvette," he says, and is briefly distracted by her ferrofluid lace. "...That's amazing, first of all, and second of all I think we should go look at another exhibit now."

[poll_the_stars]

"Thank you," she says, briefly distracted from her slightly awestruck consideration of the spiderweb cracks to look at him and grin. What? She's proud.

Then she looks at the contraption again. "And - yes, yes, let us. Go look at another exhibit now. Molecular biology?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Let's go learn about molecular biology," he agrees firmly.

[poll_the_stars]

Off they go, to learn about molecular biology!

Yvette kind of would like to ask how the hell he even managed to do that, but she suspects he might like to just never talk about it again.

[thisvorlunatic]

Well, he doesn't bring it up, at any rate.

The molecular biology exhibit seems like it might be less wildly oversimplified than the wormholes exhibit, but Miles doesn't know a thing about molecular biology so he has no good way to tell for sure.

[poll_the_stars]

Yvette knows a little bit about it - she's been here longer than Miles has, and took a class that touched on it a bit. She knows that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, for example.

"This museum is very good at making everything pretty and approachable," she observes.

[thisvorlunatic]

"It is," he agrees. "Although they could stand to increase the safety standards on their interactive exhibits."

[poll_the_stars]

She snorts. Apparently that is not Off Limits.

"How did you even manage that, anyway?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Um. Well. Do you know what a railgun is?"

[poll_the_stars]

".... You made a railgun out of the exhibit? The exhibit could be made into a railgun?!"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Not on purpose! But I mean, the exhibit basically is a railgun, just an unusually complicated one that is unusually bad at accelerating projectiles. As an interactive kinetic sculpture it is both interesting and educational, and I can't fault them for including it. I suspect I was taking advantage of unintended behaviour when I constructed my racetrack."

[poll_the_stars]

"I mean, following the basic principles of a railgun and being a railgun are different things."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well, yes, but I don't just mean that the principles are the same. It's... I'm having trouble thinking of a good analogy, but on a conceptual and physical level they have a real equivalence, even though the exhibit wasn't intended to function as a railgun per se and in fact is still pretty bad at it even after I got it to try. If it had been much better at being a railgun, it would've done more than just crack the glass. I joke about their safety standards, but I'm actually pretty impressed - they clearly hadn't predicted that anyone could do what I did, but the enclosure stood up to it anyway."

[poll_the_stars]

"Huh. Well, I'm glad the enclosure stood up, anyway. I'm having visions of shattered glass everywhere."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Railguns that are good at being railguns are up there among the most efficient ways to propel a kinetic projectile, so yeah, um, it could've been pretty bad. Hooray for high safety standards?"

[poll_the_stars]

"Hooray for high safety standards," she agrees.

[thisvorlunatic]

"High safety standards are great. They prevent me from causing catastrophic accidents."

[washed_in_blood]

(This actually gets an amused snort out of Miles's bodyguard, who has been spending this entire time being patiently watchful and unobtrusive.)

[poll_the_stars]

Yvette giggles. "Notice to all Betans and people that build things. 'High safety standards so Miles doesn't cause catastrophic accidents.'"

[thisvorlunatic]

"I am forever grateful to the competent adults in my life for ensuring that my accidents are minimally catastrophic."

[poll_the_stars]

"I think that is one of the jobs of competent adults, ensuring that accidents are minimally catastrophic."