Lackey Snippets

Avalanche - Snippet 19 Most days it seemed as if things were one step forward, two steps back, but now that I had the EggCrates working, I was going to get a day that would be the opposite. That is, if I could get the Eggheads into their waiting crates.... Hang On to Yourself Mercedes Lackey and Veronica Giguere "You're probably wondering why I called you here today," said Vickie, standing in the middle of the room in CCCP that held the now-useless interface machine they'd used to talk to Tesla and Marconi in Metis.   At the best of times,...

Avalanche - Snippet 18 And moments later, Harmony began to change.  Bulwark had not realized how pallid she had been, how shrunken her cheeks, until color suffused her face and it took on the look of vibrant good health again. They stood there, like that, for ten full minutes by the clock on the recordings.  Then Vickie looked up, and chopped her hand through the air between them.  "That should hold you for a while, and I'll be back when you run low again," she said, a little hoarsely.  Then came that wry twist of her lips.  "Sorry it...

Avalanche - Snippet 17 So, I had the clues, I had the theory.  Now it was time to put my supposition to the test. Focus Dennis Lee and Mercedes Lackey "Run the recording," ordered Bulwark.  "From the beginning," The tech nodded, but Bull's attention was riveted to the screens, which showed several views of Harmony's cell.  Harmony was seated on her cot, which was one of only three pieces of furniture in the transparent cube inside a second transparent cube in the middle of the room.  She was wearing standard ECHO prison-issue; gray scrubs...

Avalanche - Snippet 16 It wasn't enough for the universe to throw me one curve ball out of left field.  It had to throw me two. Interlude: Who Can It Be Now? Mercedes Lackey For some reason, gods only know why, I kept my Twitter account active and open on a little tiny terminal to the side.  Nostalgia maybe.  Thinking about that time before we set up Overwatch and the only way outside of using ECHO comms to talk to Red was by Twitter, of all damn things.  I sure as hell didn't want to use it to Tweet the cheery crap Spin used to ask me...

Avalanche - Snippet 15 So you are saying that we must place our faith in Descartes, and all else follows? "A bit. The mind, from my understanding, arises from the hardware; our brains. Our brains are part of our bodies, in the end. So...it's not quite so black an' white to say that the mind or soul controls the body; it's all interlinked. Now, if you're going to ask me if I believe in souls...I can only speak from my own experience, which isn't so easy to define." But you do believe in souls? I would tend to believe you, John.  You were...

Avalanche - Snippet 14 Ghost In The Machine Cody Martin and Mercedes Lackey "Overwatch to Ural Smasher." John could tell just by Vickie's voice, and the fact that she called him that, that it wasn't an emergency.  For a change.  Of course, he and Sera had just gotten a bite to eat and were settled on the roof of the squat…. "Tall, dark, an' waterproof here; I copy, Teenage Witch. What's shakin'?" "If you and Sera have a little time to spare, there's...something I need you to see, and a question I need to ask you, and it has to be here."...

Avalanche - Snippet 13 Interlude: Inner Universe Mercedes Lackey So, thanks to Tesla and Marconi, I had the math, the math, the glorious, glorious math, and the physics that defined how the Metisians had built their computers and specifically, the storage.  If I'd had time I would have wallowed in it, but I didn't have time.  None of us had time.  There were a hundred fires to put out and not enough of us.  But at least if I could get Tesla and Marconi out of Merc and Ramona's skulls, we'd have two more brains to put to work, and the two...

Avalanche - Snippet 12 Vickie's tone stayed professional and clinical, something that told Ramona that they were in more trouble than she had initially thought. "Finishing sentences or coming up with words that aren't your own? Do you think you've lost control of your hands and feet? Is Mister Marconi having you do the chicken dance and you can't help yourself?" "Chicken dance?" Amusement colored the older man's indignation. "Not quite, but sometimes what he's feeling or saying is more comfortable than what I might have done in the first...