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[mysolarsailpwns]

Jim is furious, and the sound of his stomping can probably be heard all the way down to the third floor.

How did things go so wrong?

She doesn't understand. I thought she was . . . how can't she understand?He's already made one hole in the wall - if he wants to make more, he can at least make them in his room. And then he's going to take his

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[mysolarsailpwns]

He looks at her again.

He picks up the wrench.

Dials are set, wires are crossed, parts are tightened, loosened, removed.

And he holds it out to her.

It should work. It would, if there were sunlight.

[called_i_am]

So she makes some.

From her hands and from her face a light grows, golden and warm and beautiful. The sound of voices is just on the edge of terran hearing, and the room is filled with light -

When it fades, She is gone.

The engine whirrs to life.

[mysolarsailpwns]

The light takes Jim by surprise, and as She begins to glow, he simply gapes, and wonders only a little why his retinas are not burning.

When the room is dark again, he stands in it for a long while before he registers the vibrating engine in his hands. He looks at it, breathing heavily, and with trembling fingers, turns it off. Conserve the battery.

And even then, it's a long time before he manages to speak again.

But when he does? He smiles.

". . . woah."