The decade after tomorrowsheldorthecqJune 21 2009, 10:59:41 UTC
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The soldier in front of the main gate didn't need his ID. He sure as hell knew very well who he was. Still Sheldon found his habit of simply letting him go past a serious breach of protocol. If only he had the time to explain it to the guard again. The chopper in which he traveled here just took off, covering with a large quantity of desert dust the enormous group of people standing along the fences separating the installation from the outside world. There were many people here to see the miracle, how mankind actually will be able to save himself from extinction, with the help of science of course. Others were here to demonstrate against this attempt to counter god's will and the apocalypse. They were mostly the crazy looking ones.
But Sheldon didn't even look at them. He thought about how much he had sacrificed in the last three years. Halo nights, vintage video games, paintball. He practically saw Howard more than Leonard, his roommate. But soon, this madness will finally come to an end. One way or another...
He walked through the gate of the main complex, already reaching in his pockets looking for his other ID card for the elevator. He knew the machine will always need his card, to let him in. An exhilarating constant.
The elevator took him precisely 25 levels underground. When he walked out of it, there were a lot of people running about on the corridors leading to the Operation Center. A woman engineer asked her about the alignment of the infused plasma, he told her the correct answer without even slowing his paste. After about two minutes, he reached the entrance of the OC. After another quick identification, he was already in his 'lair'. Only the most capable scientists were allowed to be here with him. And Wolowitz of course, as the head engineer of this project. Now only he and an another man was - besides Sheldon - in the giant room equipped with tons of sensors, control panels and large monitors constantly filled with data. Frankly, Sheldon Cooper thought they were still 2 people too many.
"Howard: I thought you said you gonna go to Lunar Station, because to phrase you:'we don't have a Wolowitz's chance on a twenty year old supermodel'. What are you doing here?"
"Yeah, I was gonna go." Started the short engineer walking up to Sheldon. "But I just couldn't let you take all the credit for the work we did."
"We?" he emphasized that part. "Oh, god if there were time for this right now!" then he just shrugged and let the matter go. He just doesn't have time for a little healthy egotism these days. Howard went to check on the Core, the main generator designed solely for the purpose of empowering the shield. He was the lead maintainer of it with some other young engineer-wannabe redhead. Surely, the real reason why he wouldn't go.
He sat in his OC spot, as the other man decided to leave him alone. It was a good choice, he thought to himself. He pushed some buttons on the armrest of his seat - a flawless representation of what was used by Captain Pickard on the bridge of the starship Enterprise - and a holographic projection appeared before him. It was his own creation of course, and it had all the data running on it simultaneously, and a virtual keyboard for any input he wanted to make. This is the spot from where he will do this. From where he will save the world. Or at least try to save it.
The soldier in front of the main gate didn't need his ID. He sure as hell knew very well who he was. Still Sheldon found his habit of simply letting him go past a serious breach of protocol. If only he had the time to explain it to the guard again. The chopper in which he traveled here just took off, covering with a large quantity of desert dust the enormous group of people standing along the fences separating the installation from the outside world. There were many people here to see the miracle, how mankind actually will be able to save himself from extinction, with the help of science of course. Others were here to demonstrate against this attempt to counter god's will and the apocalypse. They were mostly the crazy looking ones.
But Sheldon didn't even look at them. He thought about how much he had sacrificed in the last three years. Halo nights, vintage video games, paintball. He practically saw Howard more than Leonard, his roommate. But soon, this madness will finally come to an end.
One way or another...
He walked through the gate of the main complex, already reaching in his pockets looking for his other ID card for the elevator. He knew the machine will always need his card, to let him in. An exhilarating constant.
The elevator took him precisely 25 levels underground. When he walked out of it, there were a lot of people running about on the corridors leading to the Operation Center. A woman engineer asked her about the alignment of the infused plasma, he told her the correct answer without even slowing his paste. After about two minutes, he reached the entrance of the OC. After another quick identification, he was already in his 'lair'. Only the most capable scientists were allowed to be here with him. And Wolowitz of course, as the head engineer of this project. Now only he and an another man was - besides Sheldon - in the giant room equipped with tons of sensors, control panels and large monitors constantly filled with data. Frankly, Sheldon Cooper thought they were still 2 people too many.
"Howard: I thought you said you gonna go to Lunar Station, because to phrase you:'we don't have a Wolowitz's chance on a twenty year old supermodel'. What are you doing here?"
"Yeah, I was gonna go." Started the short engineer walking up to Sheldon. "But I just couldn't let you take all the credit for the work we did."
"We?" he emphasized that part. "Oh, god if there were time for this right now!" then he just shrugged and let the matter go. He just doesn't have time for a little healthy egotism these days. Howard went to check on the Core, the main generator designed solely for the purpose of empowering the shield. He was the lead maintainer of it with some other young engineer-wannabe redhead. Surely, the real reason why he wouldn't go.
He sat in his OC spot, as the other man decided to leave him alone. It was a good choice, he thought to himself. He pushed some buttons on the armrest of his seat - a flawless representation of what was used by Captain Pickard on the bridge of the starship Enterprise - and a holographic projection appeared before him. It was his own creation of course, and it had all the data running on it simultaneously, and a virtual keyboard for any input he wanted to make. This is the spot from where he will do this. From where he will save the world. Or at least try to save it.
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