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by Victoria was weaving.
Her cold fingers moved instinctively as she passed the grey threads through the loop in the warp, then used the fork to pull the weft down until it snugly lied against the wooden dowel. Whilst she was doing so, threading the shed stick through the warp then turning the shed ninety degrees to open a new one, her thoughts were roaming about various interrogations, equations, formulas, algorithms and hypotheses in geodesy, philosophy, mathematics - of course, she always thought about mathematics - and condensed matter physics. She pulled the weft down until it was snug at the bottom, reflecting on one layer about the electronic theory of solids. Anybody who would have seen her would have immediately noticed she was totally absent: her gaze, still intense, did not seem to see what she was doing; she was just letting her hands work while thinking, and she couldn't deny that it was a very pleasant situation, both body and mind working separately perfectly well.
Victoria continued weaving until she reached the top of the loom, then finally her eyes took her work in and she allowed her face to show her satisfaction emotion in a smile. Now, she just had to remove her work from the loom: taking her needle and a thread, she sewed the two top wefts in place, then removed the wooden dowel from the bottom and sewed the two bottom wefts together as well. Then, she slid her index and thumb into the tiny pair of scissors that were located next to the wooden frame and cut every warp thread at the bottom of the frame, tied the cut ends snugly together against the weft, then did the same with the top warps, eventually removing the four pieces of weave.
It took her less than thirty seconds to sew her works together, and when she was finished, she was holding a pair of anthracite-gray cotton gloves. Without waiting, she pulled them on and flexed her fingers. She had not really taken any measures apart from the length of her fingers or the circumference of her wrists, but the gloves fit perfectly.
Victoria's smile grew.
She had had the idea the last evening, just when she was having fun designing molecules in her head (one of her hobbies);it had popped in and she had immediately taken out her computer in iPad modus and written down everything that came to her mind.
Now, all she had to do was to try them out.
She put one hand on the wall; a replica of her hand with fingerprints appeared in blue light lines, like a neon, on the wall and a panel slid sideways, revealing a kind of shelf where she stored her most precious (or dangerous) items. After having attached her anticrash vest over her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and put her lab goggles in third modus, Victoria took her hoverboard out, then closed the wall and ran up the stairs that led to the main room of the Athena cabin. She sprinted outside, not even bothering to close the door behind her and ran across the courtyard, behind the arena and to the edge of the forest.
Once there, her breath short, she put the hoverboard horizontally over the ground and heard the reassuring click of the superconductors as they generated an opposite field, maintaining the board in the air. Victoria jumped on top of it, feeling the activated ferromagnets connect with the surface with a snap.
Off we go, she thought, spreading her arms and making the board go forward by giving a pressure on it with her front foot. Its aerodynamic teardrop shape made it slide through the air with delicious ease. Victoria usually eluded branches and trunks with a light twist of her legs, but now, with her gloves, it was something totally different.
The fact was, she had already coded and created devices, and had just woven them into her gloves. First, she had equipped them with a tracker, so that if she fell off, the board would drift back to her -- except if she specified otherwise. But that wasn't the only use of the tracker. There was a connection between it and the board, making the board trail the position of the sensors woven inside the glove; that way the main control system of the board could know where she was standing, what her position was, and obey to her simplest moves like a snap of fingers or a twist of her wrist.
She had also installed a special voice-and-touch sensor at the base of her glove: if she pressed it while saying 'call', it would fly towards her from anywhere in a one-kilometer-range. Except if it was locked up somewhere, of course.
She had also added a new sensor in her anticrash vest, right on her navel, that signalized her gravity point to the control system of her magnetic board.
All around, Victoria was very proud of her invention, and new ideas just kept streaming in. It was so easy to ride now! A branch came at her, to which she replied by lifting an index, and the board immediately rose to elude it. She made a rotating gesture with her wrist, and the device spun to the right, making her crouch to avoid another branch.
Pointing her index down, she made the board lower itself almost to ground level then and found a little torrent, over which she positioned herself and leaned forward, forcing the board to catch speed.
Her cold fingers moved instinctively as she passed the grey threads through the loop in the warp, then used the fork to pull the weft down until it snugly lied against the wooden dowel. Whilst she was doing so, threading the shed stick through the warp then turning the shed ninety degrees to open a new one, her thoughts were roaming about various interrogations, equations, formulas, algorithms and hypotheses in geodesy, philosophy, mathematics - of course, she always thought about mathematics - and condensed matter physics. She pulled the weft down until it was snug at the bottom, reflecting on one layer about the electronic theory of solids. Anybody who would have seen her would have immediately noticed she was totally absent: her gaze, still intense, did not seem to see what she was doing; she was just letting her hands work while thinking, and she couldn't deny that it was a very pleasant situation, both body and mind working separately perfectly well.
Victoria continued weaving until she reached the top of the loom, then finally her eyes took her work in and she allowed her face to show her satisfaction emotion in a smile. Now, she just had to remove her work from the loom: taking her needle and a thread, she sewed the two top wefts in place, then removed the wooden dowel from the bottom and sewed the two bottom wefts together as well. Then, she slid her index and thumb into the tiny pair of scissors that were located next to the wooden frame and cut every warp thread at the bottom of the frame, tied the cut ends snugly together against the weft, then did the same with the top warps, eventually removing the four pieces of weave.
It took her less than thirty seconds to sew her works together, and when she was finished, she was holding a pair of anthracite-gray cotton gloves. Without waiting, she pulled them on and flexed her fingers. She had not really taken any measures apart from the length of her fingers or the circumference of her wrists, but the gloves fit perfectly.
Victoria's smile grew.
She had had the idea the last evening, just when she was having fun designing molecules in her head (one of her hobbies);it had popped in and she had immediately taken out her computer in iPad modus and written down everything that came to her mind.
Now, all she had to do was to try them out.
She put one hand on the wall; a replica of her hand with fingerprints appeared in blue light lines, like a neon, on the wall and a panel slid sideways, revealing a kind of shelf where she stored her most precious (or dangerous) items. After having attached her anticrash vest over her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and put her lab goggles in third modus, Victoria took her hoverboard out, then closed the wall and ran up the stairs that led to the main room of the Athena cabin. She sprinted outside, not even bothering to close the door behind her and ran across the courtyard, behind the arena and to the edge of the forest.
Once there, her breath short, she put the hoverboard horizontally over the ground and heard the reassuring click of the superconductors as they generated an opposite field, maintaining the board in the air. Victoria jumped on top of it, feeling the activated ferromagnets connect with the surface with a snap.
Off we go, she thought, spreading her arms and making the board go forward by giving a pressure on it with her front foot. Its aerodynamic teardrop shape made it slide through the air with delicious ease. Victoria usually eluded branches and trunks with a light twist of her legs, but now, with her gloves, it was something totally different.
The fact was, she had already coded and created devices, and had just woven them into her gloves. First, she had equipped them with a tracker, so that if she fell off, the board would drift back to her -- except if she specified otherwise. But that wasn't the only use of the tracker. There was a connection between it and the board, making the board trail the position of the sensors woven inside the glove; that way the main control system of the board could know where she was standing, what her position was, and obey to her simplest moves like a snap of fingers or a twist of her wrist.
She had also installed a special voice-and-touch sensor at the base of her glove: if she pressed it while saying 'call', it would fly towards her from anywhere in a one-kilometer-range. Except if it was locked up somewhere, of course.
She had also added a new sensor in her anticrash vest, right on her navel, that signalized her gravity point to the control system of her magnetic board.
All around, Victoria was very proud of her invention, and new ideas just kept streaming in. It was so easy to ride now! A branch came at her, to which she replied by lifting an index, and the board immediately rose to elude it. She made a rotating gesture with her wrist, and the device spun to the right, making her crouch to avoid another branch.
Pointing her index down, she made the board lower itself almost to ground level then and found a little torrent, over which she positioned herself and leaned forward, forcing the board to catch speed.
