tenth twist of the coil
[If you go to the library today, you might notice one (1) Nikola Tesla seated at a table, a pile of things like gears, wires, and other such mechanical parts sitting in front of him. There are also complicated-looking mechanical diagrams around him, and he occasionally glances at them as he works on his project.]
[What is he doing, you may ask? Well, when you're an amazing genius and you're bored out of your mind, what better way to cure that boredom than to build something? What he's currently trying to do is build an electromagnetic generator from scratch, and it really looks like he knows what he's doing.]
[But, like all arrogant attention-seekers, Tesla likes the sound of his own voice. Which is why he has his journal open as he works.]
You know, sate my curiosity, fellow residents. How many of you are used to technology? I mean, computers and telephones, and whatnot. And no, don't tell me that "Oh, I come from a world with magic" because, frankly, I do not want to hear another word about that.
[A pause as he picks up another piece to put on his generator.]
I mean, ever since I came here, it really seems like worlds which run on cold, hard logic are as rare as finding a bottle of 1907 Heidsieck Champagne. That is, to say, they're very rare.
So, anyone out there who has never heard of magic before they came here? Come on, speak up. I'd hate to be the only person here who thinks that all this hocus pocus stuff is rather silly when it comes to science.
[There's the sound of a coo, and Tesla flinches as one of his pigeons flies down upon his head.]
Hey, stop that. Get off my head. I'm working here.
[But the pigeon doesn't budge, and Tesla utters a curse under his breath as he reaches up to try to get the bird to perch somewhere else. Feel free to bother the guy with a pigeon on his head, Paradisans. He won't bite.]
[What is he doing, you may ask? Well, when you're an amazing genius and you're bored out of your mind, what better way to cure that boredom than to build something? What he's currently trying to do is build an electromagnetic generator from scratch, and it really looks like he knows what he's doing.]
[But, like all arrogant attention-seekers, Tesla likes the sound of his own voice. Which is why he has his journal open as he works.]
You know, sate my curiosity, fellow residents. How many of you are used to technology? I mean, computers and telephones, and whatnot. And no, don't tell me that "Oh, I come from a world with magic" because, frankly, I do not want to hear another word about that.
[A pause as he picks up another piece to put on his generator.]
I mean, ever since I came here, it really seems like worlds which run on cold, hard logic are as rare as finding a bottle of 1907 Heidsieck Champagne. That is, to say, they're very rare.
So, anyone out there who has never heard of magic before they came here? Come on, speak up. I'd hate to be the only person here who thinks that all this hocus pocus stuff is rather silly when it comes to science.
[There's the sound of a coo, and Tesla flinches as one of his pigeons flies down upon his head.]
Hey, stop that. Get off my head. I'm working here.
[But the pigeon doesn't budge, and Tesla utters a curse under his breath as he reaches up to try to get the bird to perch somewhere else. Feel free to bother the guy with a pigeon on his head, Paradisans. He won't bite.]