Inverse Reactive Current

[Cassie Granger 0]

Inverse Reactive Current

A Silver/Granger Log

 

Resting her palms on the sides of the console, Cass hovered over the Gerweltz readout. Totally frustrated, she puffed her bangs out of the line of sight. “Damn.”

 

It just jumped out, causing heads to turn, followed by a half-apology and more mutters of frustration.

 

Passing by, Gage detoured toward her seat. “Pretty sure trouble starts with a ‘t’; you got trouble?”

 

“Right here in River City? Yeah,” she said, running a hand through her hair to the nape of her neck and waving a finger of the other at the consoles in general. “One of the isochips was in backwards and upside down after we came through. Forced the balance out of the Gerweltz so now it doesn’t read flux through the occipital frame and I can’t locate sh*t. Gets screwed up every time I try.” A half-turn to look at Gage brought them eye-to-eye. Too close for comfort, she backed off.

 

Gage didn’t feel the need to back up and smirked at her, maybe more than he should have given her apparent discomfort. “That’s because you gotta reset the modal hydrocoptic calibrator,” he said, pointing generally.

 

Cass stared a long minute, her eyes narrowed in thought. “So....” resting a hip against the console, she turned to face him straight on, arms folded. “...that means the calibrator must have been jostled. Probably out of position. Needs not only resetting but aligning with the a-modal ‘coptic cal, right?”

 

Gage nodded. “And resynchronizing the cardinal gram meters with the unilateral phase capacitors.”

 

“Got it.”

 

“Should also check the spurvings.”

 

Her stare more intense, she pushed off from the console. “What about the logarithmic casing?”

 

“No, you’re thinkin’ of the milfortrunions,” Gage returned.

 

“Gees, yeah,” she said, returning her attention to console. “So what I’m getting onscreen is really a reflection, not the real thing. Well... the real thing, but in reverse. Sort of.... And the unilateral phase detractors....”

 

“Interact with the compasitive duractants and generate the florescent score motion,” Gage finished.

 

Cass paused mid-tap, swiveled the screen and gave him a quizzical look. “The... florescent score motion?”

 

“Ya know, the thing that goes ‘bling’ across your screen,” he said, gesturing to imitate it.

 

She nodded, her brain still working through the entire effect of disfigured florescent score motion.

 

Gage smirked again as he watched her think it over. “Don’t forget the non-sinusoidal aulic deltoids can help.”

 

“Right,” she said slowly, her lips pursed. “...and the lateral pecs?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Gage droned on cue, grinning; “but I was thinkin more of the gluteal phantazesthai.”

 

“I’ll bet you were... Sir. And that’s something you best take care of in main engineering before you find a synchronized cardinal gram meter where the sun don’t shine.”

 

Gage chuckled, feigning nervous alarm. “Right,” he said and then turned and made way for the turbo lift.

 

“And don’t forget to watch out for the modial interaction of those magneto reluctants!” Cass shouted after him, ignoring looks from the rest of the bridge crew. “Damn engineers,” she muttered, turning back to the console. “Think they know everything.”

 

“No, but I do think I can get away with anything,” Gage loudly remarked from the lift as he held the door open.

 

Cass whipped around to give him a sharp look.

 

“Leaving,” Gage immediately chimed and let the door button go, smirking to himself. Territorial, the Granger fiercely guards her domain. The mustang had just been chased off the bridge by the Warrant.

[Crash Calestorm 0]

Gage & Cass win the Geek Technobabble Award Ribbon this year! Nice one guys.