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Q slipped on his boots and powered up; ionic tronic dutonic microsonic glonic electrode wired to the shins with light emittance.

he walked gently and towards the bits of the planet which lit up, tiny microcircuitry with dark matter sucked gently at its side base in a closed gel system, kind of like gel toothpaste with sparkly bits which light up and diffracted light back into receptors along the silver tubing, like an analog amplifier, but with a constant impedance as measured around this temporary and reusable photography, negative as it was.

'do these things have a dial?' he talked out loud to himself.  his toes pressed into them a bit and he could hear the batteries powering up as they balanced into each other.  

squish.  oh that must be the bank of diodes that need calibration, the wires were dual titanium and copper anodized, and operated together to in an RC network like an equalizer to let some frequencies pass in either direction and provide signal to ground, which was oddly stored in its own battery.

yes, ground storage was his new toy.  he'd been toying around with it at the labs, it was basically this version of compressed activated sediment rock;  the thin lined mineral traces were flashed like an eeprom onto particles between layers, which created their polarity towards each other to simulate veins in rock of any particular metal, depending on the requirements of shortest path to ground for the electrics to charge and discharge into the proper toes.

he flipped up his visor, which was auto picking terrain for him this time, after it trained on his pathways for a bit..  he saw some red clay rock flicked past, and some other earthy prudential looking granite.. these were just icons for the voltage densities and available spectrum of simulated elements to manage.  they also had to be used sequence, so there were two ground batteries to isolate the settings.

his toe jiggled just a bit.. as some light radio began to play.  and he walked.

as he walked around town, the tiny electrics kept tabs on themselves and the batteries took his light travel direction and began the film.

he rang the bell.  it was meranda.  she was drenched from the rain, and blotted off her ear with a terry cloth towel.

O?  you got it?  she looked down... good!  these guys have been itching to travel and the notebook is just not doing it for them, ya know?  they've got some good stories to tell, just need a bit of balance and some exercise.. here..

Q took her note and clipped it to his inner pocket with some alligator leads, on the college ruled portion of the note which the the EGS had chosen to provide their interface.  

here little guys!  you'll like it down here.. lots of mineral wealth, and you'll get a chance to recharge, and charge.

these guys have been writing poetry for me around the yellow tulip I had from the garden the other day.  I think they'll go with your garden variety program, if you don't mind to start.  

certainly, I'll see what we're up against, the diagram plating is there for their next spot, wherever they choose to be dropped off... city planning has been wanting a new walkway, and these guys want to be the world.

the timings began to calibrate to these guys, who dove right into the perimeter and found their interfaces, placing themselves and signaling back and forward and around, and the battery naught hummed.  Q took a quick peek at the display, and saw his batter levels hit return, and a few lattice topographical snaps seemed to indicate the EGS were setting up towards their bit of light gardening, metallic tulips they placed onto the edges of the diffractions coming off the traces.. as electrics hit it the shapes on the wire, being attracted and drawn around, emanating frequencies onto the other lattices, and so forth.  they seemed pleased, and so was Q.  he felt solid for the first time in weeks, and likewise, our friends had re-found his grounded electrics.

I'll walk with you, just give me a second.  she left him in her entryway and she walked back a bit to get dressed.  Q eyed the clock on her wall.

'it doesn't seem to move!'  she shouted from the next room.. 'you know its an antique and I thought I'd leave it like that.. the vacuum is still good.. I had it checked'

Q tapped on the glass and the wooden case for second, and though of three blind mice.. he looked down, no mice.. no cheese.. 

'that's why' meranda spouted back

'why what?'

she walked back into the room, buttoning her white shirt with faux pearl buttons.  

'its why there's no cheese.. no point for mice when the clock is vacuum sealed' she grinned at his feet, and flashed her own folded note which she stashed in her purse. 'here, this is so we can communicate'

they strolled for a bit, and she brought up some maths and figures, and some of the paper she'd been working on, column inch at a time.. 'its about what these guys wrote me.. a continuation of a continuum of poetry.  do you want to hear some? she patted her bag, and read a few verses while they walked.. the EGS jiggled slightly in Q's boots, as they danced quietly on, and on her paper.

she looked into it.. 'they appear satisfied with their work.. and the connection is made..'  they walked

time seemed to slow down for a bit, and the two walked around the glimmer for a bit of each others company.  she held his hand.  

he told her more about the project, and things upcoming for the lab they'd be working at for the summer.. 'just built' he said, and more of these guys if they like it.. I mean the glass is fit for the and the ground batteries are going to replicate out of these samples.. hope they have the memory.. and the drive, if you know what I mean.  she did.  that's what this poetry was about.. they had been working on a rose petal for a while, and seemed to think they knew all about love.. at least from the petals perspective.  'I think they want a bee,' she muttered into her side and they sidled on, and grinned.

that's another project, Q beamed back, those wings are quite flighty with the radios we've been working on.. the harmonics are tuned to Mozart these days, but they're welcome to change the station if they can charge it back up right.

they past some art at the museum.  Renaissance, french indeed.. south west?   well there was an incluence.

So Q, I've been meaning to ask you about the other night.. I mean about the line electrics, and the static.. you know there's still a bit left on the wire, I checked this morning.. something about the weather on the sideband.. I guess it'll settle.

Q looked into his memory for bit, but quite frankly forgot that bit, until now.. 'well its a good thing we're getting on, is all.. charged up for discharge and the like.. maybe you'll let these guys take a peak voltage at it for you when we get back.. I'm sure they'll have an answer for the static.. just switch it over to the pack if they get ansi on you, he grinned.

'so anyway, it's a bright and shiny day, is what I got out of it all.. you know how copper is, always putting the electrics in a good mood.'

yes, I do.. that trunk is wired back twice you know.. has a fiber dropoff and, well.. ya know what sees you..  they did..

Q fiddled with his pocket for a bit.. gum?  meranda took a slice, oo00 strawberry, she popped it in her mouth sideways and thought of the harmonica again.. and giggled to herself.

you do know whats up ahead, don't you?  

fortune favors the mild and spicy, eh cookie?  she grinned back.

their usual table, with a lantern and won tons to start.  they chattered away for a bit and Q eyed for the fortune cookies in the glass jar by the register.  he motioned over and the women behind motioned him to take a couple, and he walked back to the table beaming.

'don't read it,' here I'll take mine for later.. she put it in her purse.

Q's boots jiggled just a bit, as these guys must have picked up the texts..  he grinned to himself and she likewise, patted her purse.

things carried on like this for a bit, bits at a time, as time and time was again, she motioned for the check, on her account, and the women behind the counter took out a large black ledger and signed their name on the row for the date, with an extra character to indicate their good time.  he closed the book and nodded back.   meranda picked things up a bit, and as they stood outside, mentioned some of the dreams she'd been having.  all colors this time, and around and about the crinkly edges.. well it was all fine and the NLP was picking up and settling. she'd been turning on some light electrics in the tune of anti matter and the likes and time again.. this time it was binaural beats to the cadences of.

well there's a lot like that going on, that's how come the ground wire.. listen.. they walked.

imagine nation tribunal gyration stop glacial matter ooze flowed sideways down the pathways of leisurely gestation, onward and towards a horizon of gleuy ooons smattering of factoidal lattices for the benefit of  . . well mr. kite, lighting strikes matches for the pairing of electron spin towards the warbly kind in kind, and etc.  slight tensioned wire wrapped at the guage of 30 naught for the underboarding of the snowy underlings which pattered neatly and gently in their soft tissue electrics, and they hummed.  this has been aqua q on the mild easterly quarter sized blotter stopper on the rose petaled glistened cross hatchery and you are, well and adjusted vertical.

bleep.