-- fic-o-vision, timeline: a failed, but so-darn-close-it-hurts Soul Rose --
Captain Corcoran smiled at The Jason as Tom finished the cargo exchange. "Excellent, I do believe these seedlings will net a pretty penny. If these are
your failures, I'm sure the successes will be phenomenal."
The Pseudo-Saiyan looked down at the seedling in his hands. "Perhaps. But I'm reasonably proud of this one, even if it's not what I wanted."
"How so?"
The Jason held up the rose, displaying its almost-not-there bloom. "Near transparent, right?" At Corcoran's nod, he continued, "Watch what
happens when we dim the lights to show the bioluminescence."
The 'wave botanist suited word to deed, and as Corcoran's eyes adjusted to the changed light, a gasp caught in his throat. Various tiny spots of
luminescence appeared in familiar patterns across the bloom, some spots coagulated in large, spiral clusters, others flashed brightly, expanding to several
times their size, before contracting, and drawing nearby motes into them.
"My God," Corcoran stated, mouth suddenly dry, "It's full of stars....."
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Captain Corcoran smiled at The Jason as Tom finished the cargo exchange. "Excellent, I do believe these seedlings will net a pretty penny. If these are
your failures, I'm sure the successes will be phenomenal."
The Pseudo-Saiyan looked down at the seedling in his hands. "Perhaps. But I'm reasonably proud of this one, even if it's not what I wanted."
"How so?"
The Jason held up the rose, displaying its almost-not-there bloom. "Near transparent, right?" At Corcoran's nod, he continued, "Watch what
happens when we dim the lights to show the bioluminescence."
The 'wave botanist suited word to deed, and as Corcoran's eyes adjusted to the changed light, a gasp caught in his throat. Various tiny spots of
luminescence appeared in familiar patterns across the bloom, some spots coagulated in large, spiral clusters, others flashed brightly, expanding to several
times their size, before contracting, and drawing nearby motes into them.
"My God," Corcoran stated, mouth suddenly dry, "It's full of stars....."
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll