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[brother2dragons]

WHO: Dan and whoever else!
WHERE: The Club!
DATE: ... the 19. God so late ;_;
WARNINGS: None so far?
SUMMARY: The meeting!
STATUS: Completely open to whoever wants to come!

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[alwayslogical]

Spock had arrived at exactly the correct time, on the dot. He was, if nothing else, punctual and precise. Upon arrival, he glanced inside the bar and seeing only Dean, sat down at a table next to his and pulled out his book. In it was a seperate page, covered with complex equations, all that looked like they'd been scratched out and rewritten repeatedly. Instead of saying hello to Dean, he turned this page over (more writing, in both Arabic and English) and continued the apparent essay he was working on, with occasion glances to the door.

[alwayslogical]

At the voice, Spock glanced up. The woman stood strong, looked in her mid-thirties, and possessed what he might term a social curiosity for his work. He folded it carefully away as he spoke to her, the gesture subtle and quiet, not wanting to draw attention to himself or his work. "Yes," he said, after a moment, "I am waiting for some sort of call to attention. Are you, as well?"

[alwayslogical]

"I do not possess property rights to that seat, and I have do not mind your company." His voice was mild and a bit distant - not necessary cold, but more distracted and cordial. His gaze was focused on the journal itself, near his left hand: it's closed, and it was engraved with two names, one clearly not English at all. The other was easy: Spock. He glanced back around the bar once again, then back to her. "Do you have any theories regarding the nature of these devices?"

[alwayslogical]

If he did look, it was a perfectly hidden move, because he did not appear to have any interest in moseying into her business, at least. "I agree. I refuse to acknowledge the illogical notions of magic or god; both have no scientific basis or founding, and to believe that the creator of these devices has tapped into either is closer to impossible than unlikely. Would you share your theories, even if they are nonsensical? Mine are equally odd."

[alwayslogical]

"Something that we do not know how it works is not magic, and has never been magic. Though they may have called it magic a century ago, it never was, and still isn't." He replied, "If the books work in some way we do not understand, that does not make it magic - it simply mean we do not understand. Magic, by definition, has no explanation, or works in defiance of the laws of nature, and as these laws cannot be broken, is impossible. It may be that we do not understand these laws correctly, but even so, in such a case, the fault is ours, and it remains a mundane item, albeit with an incredible technological advancement inside of it."

He doesn't sound so much fierce as he does factual and absolutely sure.

"Radio is a possibility, but an unlikely one, due to the distance these devices can transmit, and the limits of radio waves for this use. The speed of the transmission, transmitter distance and flawlessness of the received signal would all suggest radio waves are not the most likely mode."

[alwayslogical]

"Given the speed of and flawlessness transmission, most conventional methods of are already ruled out. Most modes must have a path to travel by, such as a radio tower, or an electric power line. And even given a wireless transmission, it does not possess a power source connected to the electric grid. My thought is that, perhaps these journals are receivers of some sort of wireless power, one that does not require a path, or has one without our building it - solar energy, perhaps, combined with a battery to use the energy during the night. My other theory, while as untestable as it is, due to technology, is there the devices are powered a quantum level, perhaps, by the movement of electrons or friction of atoms. We can not yet test for this sort of energy and power, though it must be there."

[alwayslogical]

"We would have to be able to see, understand, and quantify the sort of energy that the parts of an atom produce. At this given moment, we simply do not have the magnification or the equipment to understand force and electromagnetism at such a small scale."

Some part of him told him such a thing should be possible, or would be, in the future, but that part he put aside for the moment.

"Are you interested in inventing or creating such equipment? I would be interested in lending my considerable physics background, but I am not quite sure we possess the foundations or funds as a country to invent something so radically advanced, for now."

god spock do you ever shut up

[alwayslogical]

There was a flicker of surprise across his cool, dark eyes; it was clear he had not expected such an enthusiastic response. Even so, he pressed his lips together and a thoughtful expression crept onto his face. "Even given the space and funds, I do not possess the time to study these devices as my occupation, nor am I interested in losing my clearance for the sake of it. You might be interested in my colleagues at New York University and perhaps those working with the federal government, but I do not know if they will be intrigued enough to quit their jobs, especially in this turbulent economic time, and agree to be paid by a woman with an inheritance." Pause. "While this provides me a good side project, I do not possess much spare time, and certainly no desire to deal with the contractors, government bureaucrats, and other such individuals one must contact to built the equipment necessary to see and understand at the atomic level."