Mad Science/Time Machine (Pete) 5

From Create Your Own Story

After a bit of examination you look up into the cleavage again.

"This is a great idea, Emily. Maybe we could touch breasts ... uh, base ... when mine is done and do something together."

Her eyes widen and she looks where you're staring. "God! You and Trevor are both the same! You think I'm nothing but a pair of boobs! There's a brain inside this skull, creep!"

She snatches her plans back and storms off to Allison to get them checked.

Finishing your plan is a lot harder than you thought. For some reason Emily's outburst is echoing in your head. You've argued with girls before, and even upset them. But being told off never hurt this way before. You hope it isn't a psychological manifestation of puberty.

Finally you do get it done and take it over for approval.

"A time machine? That's pretty ambitious! Are you sure you can pull it off?"

"I think so. It may take more than one semester."

"Have you thought of asking for help? From what I saw Emily's a whiz with neural nets ..."

"I don't think that's going to happen. She's kind of upset with me right now."

"She told me; she thinks you don't appreciate her brains."

"But I do! Her thoughts are organized; her presentation made perfect sense! If I could see her brain I'd kiss it, or whatever brains do when they really like each other. It's just I have this body ..."

"And a nice enough one it is, too; you remind me of a guy I knew when I was a child. My advice to you is to go apologize for leering at her, then ask if she'd like to collaborate. Maybe even compliment her brain; I think she'd like that."

She initials your presentation.

And that means ...

• Time to get to work! (edge)
• Go make up with Emily. (edge)
• Ask Trevor for help. (edge)