Background - Must See TV...THRESHOLD ANALYTIC THEOREM
Dr. C. Cat — Baroness Charlotte Anastasia of Clan McQuirre, please describe the T-A-T-72 or Threshold Analytic Theorem to our viewing audience and how it relates to magic use.
Baroness Charlotte Anastasia of Clan McQuirre — I am happy postulate this request that you presented. While it has taken several million gold notes and countless cat-hours to develop just the basics of this…
Dr. C. Cat — Cut the crap Baroness and get to the point, you only have five minutes.
Baroness Charlotte Anastasia of Clan McQuirre — Absolutely correct (she pauses and smiles for the camera) magic works by drawing from the latent energy from the Congenital Border or the CB-1, which is what many of the schools, so wrongly teach, as the Bosin-Higgs particle (she laughs). Think of the particle as a single guy in a room filled with unmarried women…
Dr. Otto Von Halpern — (scoffs) so you simply assume that ALL the females would naturally gravitate towards the only male, how traditionalist! As you know….
Dr. C. Cat — DOCTOR Halpern, this isn’t one of your lectures and the only one who gets to interrupt the guests is ME, your host Dr. C. Cat. Please continue Baroness.
Baroness Charlotte Anastasia of Clan McQuirre — Thank you Doctor C. Cat, the Congenital Border acts like the room that keeps the Bosin-Higgs and other elements together. Magic works by influencing the factors of the room itself. For example, you want to get a boom to dance, which is the basis for determining magic abilities….
Dr. Otto Von Halpern — pffft
Baroness Charlotte Anastasia of Clan McQuirre — (glares at Dr. Halpern) so when you play certain music and dim the lights the individuals in the room will want to dance, and through this action causes a chain reaction to additional elements and thus you make the broom dance.
Dr. C. Cat — Your rebuttal Dr. Otto Von Halpern.
(To be continued)
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The old recordings were warped, but still playable. I must have spent an hour going through the numerous prerecording messages when Anna and Henna climbed through the window from the fire escape.
“ATTENTION, ATTENTION, BRACE FOR IMPACT! BRACE FOR IMPACT!” the speaker blared.
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Breathing heavily Henna was the first to speak up, “Come quick, space fight!” she blurted out.
“Yeah, you can see it from the roof. I think some asshole slipped through to our airspace!” Anna interrupted.
I flipped off the PA ran to the roof.
Just over the horizon two of our fighter ships as they climbed into the sky. They were just dots on the horizon, but the white contrail was distinctive against the darkening sky. Residents were slowly emerging to get a better view from the rooftops. The roar of the engines rattled the buildings.
“Who you suppose they're chasin?” asked Henna.
The single plume of white exhaust trailed from the ship that was being pursued. White flashes from our fighters popped off in rapid succession.
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“I betcha’ it’s a dogrel ship, they use single engines,” said Henna.
“Yeah, but wit outta mothership how did they jump here?” quickly replied Anna.
Lee and Abby climbed out from the fire escape to the roof to join us.
“What’s going on?” asked Lee zipping up his pants.
“Some dickbag outlander is muckin’ ‘round our turf,” I told Lee.
“I hope we muck up whoever it is!” Abby said adjusting her hair.
The unknown jet disappeared and reappeared 10km from its original position. Our fighter hit its afterburners. Even from this distance away the bright glow and jets streaked across the sky towards the fleeing craft.
We jumped from the the roaring of atmospheric engines that blasted overhead. The fighter streaked above our heads towards the, I hate this word, dog fight. The ebony black paint job wasn’t anything that I’ve seen before; although it had the silhouette of one of our star fighters.
Anna was jumping up and down swinging Stabatha around shouting, “Git’em! You see that? That’s my boyfriend; he’s gonna muck up that outlander!”
Even Lee was swinging his fists towards the enemy fighter.
The invader, whoever it was, didn’t have a chance against two of our boys and the additional fighter racing across the sky. It was good as dead.
The unknown invader erupted in a ball of flame, the fore and aft section shot off in two different directions. It was hit a few times before it flashed bright orange and crashed down.
The people on the rooftops cheered. There is nothing more glorious than seeing an invader crash and burn.
Abby grinned showing her fangs, “and never come back!”
“I bet that was my boyfriend who flew by,” Anna told Henna.
She smiled down at her and messed with Anna’s hair.
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“He wanted to check on me before he went to go kick some dogrel puppy around,” Anna beamed happily.
No one was going to bed that night, not after the excitement of watching our boys take out some stupid trog ship. We stayed up all hours talking about the fights our fighter pilots have and chugging down Lazer-88.