Actually, there are two things that it's at least strongly been implied that 'wavium cannot do, outside entirely of the "no making a weapon straight up" clause.
1) FTL communications
2) Teleportation and dimensional wonkiness
Ideas I had had and discarded before coming up with the asteroid scheme were both violations of #2 above - first was a TARDIS or some other form of dimensionally-transcendantal whatsit, second was a 'magic door' between a dirtside apartment and a much larger place on the Island. The dirtside place would be my official residence, and I'd maintain a 'dane-side job of some sort, while commuting via Door to the Island for relaxation.
As for the Turtle ref - it's a callback to my all-time favorite space opera, Miller & Lee's 'Liaden' stories (check 'em out! They're GREAT!), several of which prominently feature an allied race of massive, nigh-immortal, turtle-like aliens, who amble around the galaxy in ships made out of gigantic converted asteroids.--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
1) FTL communications
2) Teleportation and dimensional wonkiness
Ideas I had had and discarded before coming up with the asteroid scheme were both violations of #2 above - first was a TARDIS or some other form of dimensionally-transcendantal whatsit, second was a 'magic door' between a dirtside apartment and a much larger place on the Island. The dirtside place would be my official residence, and I'd maintain a 'dane-side job of some sort, while commuting via Door to the Island for relaxation.
As for the Turtle ref - it's a callback to my all-time favorite space opera, Miller & Lee's 'Liaden' stories (check 'em out! They're GREAT!), several of which prominently feature an allied race of massive, nigh-immortal, turtle-like aliens, who amble around the galaxy in ships made out of gigantic converted asteroids.--
"I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered...
R!
DOROTHY!
WAYNERIGHT!
--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.