Tidbit #5

After a brief lunch, Roch went to see Instructor Mithse.  He wasn’t looking forward to another variation of the talk the Dean had given him.  He had heard the same speech repeatedly all year. Mithse was cleaning up the classroom when he came in.  The classroom seemed strange to him so late in the evening. The slotted blinds had been lowered and remained open, letting the orange glow of the setting sun spill out onto the desks. “Have a seat,” she said.  She had a singular chair set in front of her desk for him to sit in.  Not a good sign. “I spoke to the Dean earlier today and he told me that he might be sending you to the reserves,” she said once she had taken her seat. “Yeah,” Roch said.  Mithse pulled out a puffer...

Tidbit #4

“Please state your name for the record,” Jonas said. “Soeuc Kingan,” Soeuc said, leaning into the microphone.  Jonas waved him off of it and shook his head. “And why are you here today Mr. Kingan?” “Uh, well…  I’ve been conducting a series of experiments over the last few years–” “Experiments involving what?” Jonas asked sharply. “Tide.  More specifically, the mechanism by which Tide occurs in the soil of the planet, and its effect on local organisms.” “And you are putting this research on record for what purpose?” “For the…”  Soeuc trailed off and started patting his pockets.  When he had found what he was looking for he held up a finger to...

Tidbit #3

He sucked in a breath to yell out, in the hopes that someone either inside the mall or walking back to their car would hear him, but the moment he drew in breath it was pushed back out of him, as if his lungs would no longer accept the oxygen they so desperately needed. He rasped helplessly on the concrete for someone to help him, but there was no one around to hear his struggle, and no one to watch him die. As what little Jacob could see faded from view and the last inch of his life dwindled away, he was overtaken by a strange feeling that the world he was in was less tangible than it had seemed to be only moments earlier. He became calm, acceptant of the fact that he could no longer breathe and that he was going to die. Then, suddenly, as if responding to his...

Tidbit #2

“People who don’t want to do their duty to this Academy.  People who don’t want to help to resolve the conflict going on in the other part of the world.” “We’re not helping the conflict,” Roch said, raising his voice to a point where he was almost shouting.  “We’re contributing to it.  There’s nothing to be gained by lending assistance to both sides.  You’re only perpetuating it, and I am if too if I continue on here.” The Dean suddenly surged forward and slammed his fist onto the desk, eyes wide and fastened intensely on Roch.  “Watch your tone with me, boy,” he growled.  “I have sat behind this desk for more than a decade, and served this continent for longer than you...

Tidbit #1

“So, given that the shell is travelling at 500 metres per second, and has been fired from a location that is 2.43 kilometres to the west, and given a wind force of 20 kilometres per hour blowing to the east, how long would it take to hit you right on the head?  Rochons?” Roch looked up from the paper on his desk, which he had been doodling on instead of working out the equation his teacher had presented.  “I have no idea,” he admitted. “Well, what part of the equation have you made it to on your paper there?” Roch looked back down to his paper and felt his whole body tense up.  Then after a long sigh he said “I’m just working on the hair at the moment.” His instructor, named Mithse, cooly strode across the...