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June 28th, 2005 by Joel Bombardier
Emma and I were inside Eagle Harbour Congrigational Church (EHCC) and I was standing around in the middle of the ‘Fellowship Hall’ just standing. Emma was in the corner sitting crosslegged behind a paistry cart that was filled, stacked really, with electrical equipment, VCR’s etc. Very complicated.
[note:] Emma and I are scientists, additionally we are racing to discover, something, first. This also takes place about 20 years ago, however I retained knowlage from the present.
I walked over to Emma and sat down next to her. She looked puzzled as she stared at the backs of the equipment. Dozens of wires and connecting plugs ran from each different piece of equipment to others, additionally there were wires too that were spliced into some of the connecting plugs that ran to different plugs of connected to pieced of metal on the outside of some of the equipment. After a moment of waiting Emma picked up a electrical plug (male) and inserted it onto the back of a VCR looking device. Suddenly LED lights on the back of the equipment flickered on, there was a mechanical buzzing, some beeps, and there was a feel of intence electricity in the air.
Immediently I stood up. Emma had also stood up and looked very pleased and excited. She took out a peice of paper that looked like a lab sheet from any science class. She began to briskly fill it in. Durring this time we moved out from behind the cart of equipment and walked into the kitchen area of EHCC.
There was two people, a mother and a daughter, the daughter being about 17-18 ish. They were also scientists and working over a large pot of simmering tomato sauce in the corner of the kitchen.
We came over and tried to share our scientific findings with them (for the intrist of science) even though there was competitin between us. However, they refused to share their information with us. This greatly frustrated us, we bagan pointing at our data and pleading/demanding that they share their information. They gave us the cold shoulder.
All of a sudden their experiment was compleated and the mother shouted in glee and they hovered around the pot blocking out view of the contence. then the mother got out this redicuously antiquiated camera and brought it very close to the contence of the pot and took a picture. Intuitivly I knew that she was taking come sort of extreme macro shot. “That didnt turn out, hold still” the mother said as she took a second shot (I was thinking about how there was too little light in the kitchen for the shot to turn out). then the mother removed the slide, looked at it and exclaimed in joy.
Mayhem insued. Emma and I tried desperatly to look at their data (that they wrote down on their lab sheet) while the mother and daughter tried to hide their data from us. We bagan to mock and pester them in our frustrastion of loosing the race (for the prize) and their incapacity of looking beyond self-intrist.
Eventually the mother offers to give us a hint to what they discovered, we accept and she screams “We discovered a new element!” We respond with disbelief and I race to the counter to find my periodic table (from the present) and figure out what element they discovered. I only had six peiced of paper but a I couldnt find it.
We began mocking them and kicking them and making them miserable. It got very juvinile “Hey smarty, what are you going to do? Think me to death. Yeah. Thats right college girl.” etcetera.
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Later durring the mocking part there was a flash-back to when the mother was younger. She wanted to jum n her husband’s shoulders so she climbed a electricl pole and sat on the cable. Then the cable broke and she fell down there was lots of police and fire fighters there and all the neighbouts came out to see.
We return from the flash-back and We are in some ones yard, and the daughter is all dressed up in a formal suit (old fasioned) and smoking a pipe, the mother is standing on a balcony taking pictures and directing her to stand in different poses. It is shady and there was recently lots of sapplings planted around the yeard, in preperation for the awards celebration for the pair winning the race for the prize. I am hiding in the bushed and I jump out and kick her. Then I wake up.
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