Mirrored from Sythyry.
This is a boring sort of story, without plot, conversations, intrigue,
alliteration, or even doom. Still, I found it impressive.
Preparation of the Speaker: Space Seminar part 1
“I can’t give the talk!” said Feralan. “Everyone there is famous and full
“That’s the point,” I said. “All these famous people should know who you are
and what you have done with theoretical space-magic.”
“They’ll tear me apart! They’ll find every mistake or misspeak!” he said.
“They aren’t so bad as all that. My grandparent is actually pretty nice. Yes,
they will find every mistake any of us have made. That’s why we’re doing this
seminar at all. We want to find every mistake in the design before we build
any sort of teleport gate,” I said.
“They’ll have facial expressions!” he wailed.
“Well, yes. People do that,” I said.
“I can’t talk intelligently to strange people who are doing facial expressions
at me!” said Feralan.
“That is a bit of a problem,” I had to admit. I have seen Feralan attempt to
buy a biscuit from a friendly Rassimel street vendor, and end up in tears for
it. “Would it help if you can’t see the audience?”
“Oh, yes!” he squeaked. “I’ll give the talk blindfolded, can I, please?”
“I suppose so…”