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by Probably because of Poseidon's and Athena's quarrels, Victoria didn't really like the sea. She liked to bathe in it occasionally, but wouldn't stay more than five minutes in the waves. Even floating over the water's surface -- like she was doing right now -- still made her feel a tiny bit uncomfortable.
Yes, floating. On her hoverboard. She was re-reading for what seemed the tenth time A Brief History Of Time by Steven Hawking, the book opened on her knees as her feet dangled down, her toes about twenty centimeters from the sea's surface. Flipping a page over, she absent-mindedly tucked a couple of her dirty blonde streaks into her rather messy ponytail and carried on reading. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts, a wine red tee printed with the words "Keep Calm and Follow the Laws of Thermodynamics" along with white denim shorts and her combat shoes, whose soles she had equipped with magnets so they adhered to the surface of her hoverboard. Over her shirt, she had pulled on her anticrash vest, and tucked her control gloves into one of the straps so they didn't fall into the sea. That'd be a terrible waste.
In parallel to the focus she was giving her book, Victoria's mind was like usually busy on several levels, reflecting about different subjects on various layers of her mind, all with intense concentration, and the more she reflected, the more questions kept popping inside her head. Taking an example, she had just been thinking about the long-term heat balance of the planet, musing over the decay of the internal temperature, when her eyes got distracted by a little wave right next to her foot, perspectively speaking, and looking down,she imagined the North American plate under her. The very next second, she was wondering how the tectonic plates -- all of them -- had come to be a dominant process on Earth, and, by association of ideas, how Earth actually cooled down before plate tectonics.
Yes, floating. On her hoverboard. She was re-reading for what seemed the tenth time A Brief History Of Time by Steven Hawking, the book opened on her knees as her feet dangled down, her toes about twenty centimeters from the sea's surface. Flipping a page over, she absent-mindedly tucked a couple of her dirty blonde streaks into her rather messy ponytail and carried on reading. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts, a wine red tee printed with the words "Keep Calm and Follow the Laws of Thermodynamics" along with white denim shorts and her combat shoes, whose soles she had equipped with magnets so they adhered to the surface of her hoverboard. Over her shirt, she had pulled on her anticrash vest, and tucked her control gloves into one of the straps so they didn't fall into the sea. That'd be a terrible waste.
In parallel to the focus she was giving her book, Victoria's mind was like usually busy on several levels, reflecting about different subjects on various layers of her mind, all with intense concentration, and the more she reflected, the more questions kept popping inside her head. Taking an example, she had just been thinking about the long-term heat balance of the planet, musing over the decay of the internal temperature, when her eyes got distracted by a little wave right next to her foot, perspectively speaking, and looking down,she imagined the North American plate under her. The very next second, she was wondering how the tectonic plates -- all of them -- had come to be a dominant process on Earth, and, by association of ideas, how Earth actually cooled down before plate tectonics.
