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Scientific Minds ch 2I’ve been living with Sir Hammerlock for almost two months now. I’ve become much less fanboyish than at first. Although I still find myself smiling stupidly for no reason whenever I’m with him, I no longer get nervous and tongue-tied when we talk. We’ve begun working together to research the social structures and behaviors of threshers, a subject with which we are both all too familiar. I have no plans to move out, even though there are a few vacant houses in town.
I sit at the bar in Moxxxi’s. I swish my beer impatiently, watching the liquid splash around. Hammerlock walks in and sits beside me.
“Sorry about the wait, lad,” he says. He sounds almost nervous. As we begin talking about our recently collected data, I notice that he sounds distracted the entire time.
“Are you okay?” I ask. It’s odd to see Hammerlock in such a strange mood. He mutters something in respons
Scientific Minds ch 1I stepped out of the transport shuttle, smiling yet exhausted. The landscape of Pandora seemed barren, nothing but sand and dirt across the horizon. Adjusting the bag on my shoulder, I followed the other passengers to the bus stop. There were only 5 of us, pretty large for a shuttle headed to the biggest shithole in the six galaxies. Most of us would probably be dead within the week, but not me. I have a mission, and I've already experienced what this planet can throw at me.
It was just 5 years ago that I obtained my doctorate in Zoology. At that time, the first vault had just been opened, the eridium just beginning its work mutating the fauna of the planet. It intrigued me. I didn't care about the vault or treasure, I was in it for the science. I wanted to explore this eridium, to study its effects.
But I must admit my interest in Pandora was twofold. My second reason? A famous zoologist
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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