The worst case scenario is some poor fucker finding the fossilized remains of this laptop, believing the carbon dating, and losing their job. XXX She moaned into me the first few times. I walked over to the oscilloscope, dodging the clutter and the grasping cables. “The oxygen content really is higher!”
Opal laughed, a pleasant tinkling sound. I looked up at her worried, but she was smiling. “It will only be a minute now.”
The tesla coils synchronized, pounding the gate with round after round of lightning. I was frantic and wild eyed, and suddenly I was coming. She paused to give me a quick peck on the lips, before half-dragging me down the staircase to her basement. I glanced at the readout. “Umm?”
“SHHHH!”
I didn’t move. But I was exhilarated by the new discovery. Then a triple-take. “Can it handle that?”
“Tungsten.” She explained. Opal looked at me shyly
