Field Note 117 Lab Report
Field Note 117: field radius growth is definitely not linear for linear control voltage increase.
Ben sat back from the work bench and took several calming breaths. His sandwich sat on the test plate on top of the field projector array. It was a turkey club...the sandwich that is. The test plate was just a paper plate and the field projector array looked like a vintage ham radio and a movie projector had gotten very intimate.
He couldn't deny the results though. Little fella might have a touchy pedal but it was a solid performer. A roughly spherical field spread out from the epicenter of Ben's lunch to envelope half the garage. In the open air, the inner surface was a diffuse grey with occasional white flashes. The field intersected …show more content…
The rear access panels were stripped from the field generator. A pile of critical components scattered across his workbench confirmed to Ben that whatever was keeping this experiment going had little to do with the field generator. The sliced power cord disappearing into the field wall was the first hint.
An apocalyptic nightmare replaced the cityscape. Piles of sun bleached skulls and broken bones stretched to the horizon. Ben jabbed a six-foot length of tool steel halfway through the shimmering field at a sharp angle. The outside end sheared off to land among the shards. The inner half came back cut clean in a wide pointed arc. The edge shaved hair off Ben’s arm.
A particularly sad-looking skull stared hungrily atop a tall pole as Ben sat back eating a wedge of his test sandwich. Thin strips of flapping flesh barely holding on the lower jaw ruined his appetite. Ben tossed the second half of the sandwich through the field. The sharp steel sample followed quickly after to knock his creepy audience of his perch to shatter on the ground below. Both pieces landed apparently intact at the base of the pole. The speed exiting the field changed the results. Something to bear in mind if Ben had to make an emergency …show more content…
Strange blades forged by the gods and delivered unto him in his time of need."
Draken sat upon a throne built from the gold-gilded bones of his ancestor’s enemies. The twin blades balanced across his legs. They fit together seamlessly and were sharper than any man could forge.
The usurpers had been too cowardly to slit Draken's throat and risk the blood price exacted by the shades of his ancestors. Instead, clothed in burlap and covered in ash, they cast him out into the wasteland of the tombless. Weak and dying, it was among the piles of bones he finally knew despair.
In his darkest hour the gods gifted him with a meal out of the very air to strengthen his body. The meat was a paltry portion that tasted of the endless poison sea to the west. Bread more air than grain. The gods message was quite clear; a morsel for life, but he must show himself worthy to truly break his fast at their table. The strangely shaped blades delivered by the gods had harvested many souls as Draken cut down his enemies to regain his throne. Now their bones were scattered, unable to rest, among the
Ben sat back from the work bench and took several calming breaths. His sandwich sat on the test plate on top of the field projector array. It was a turkey club...the sandwich that is. The test plate was just a paper plate and the field projector array looked like a vintage ham radio and a movie projector had gotten very intimate.
He couldn't deny the results though. Little fella might have a touchy pedal but it was a solid performer. A roughly spherical field spread out from the epicenter of Ben's lunch to envelope half the garage. In the open air, the inner surface was a diffuse grey with occasional white flashes. The field intersected …show more content…
The rear access panels were stripped from the field generator. A pile of critical components scattered across his workbench confirmed to Ben that whatever was keeping this experiment going had little to do with the field generator. The sliced power cord disappearing into the field wall was the first hint.
An apocalyptic nightmare replaced the cityscape. Piles of sun bleached skulls and broken bones stretched to the horizon. Ben jabbed a six-foot length of tool steel halfway through the shimmering field at a sharp angle. The outside end sheared off to land among the shards. The inner half came back cut clean in a wide pointed arc. The edge shaved hair off Ben’s arm.
A particularly sad-looking skull stared hungrily atop a tall pole as Ben sat back eating a wedge of his test sandwich. Thin strips of flapping flesh barely holding on the lower jaw ruined his appetite. Ben tossed the second half of the sandwich through the field. The sharp steel sample followed quickly after to knock his creepy audience of his perch to shatter on the ground below. Both pieces landed apparently intact at the base of the pole. The speed exiting the field changed the results. Something to bear in mind if Ben had to make an emergency …show more content…
Strange blades forged by the gods and delivered unto him in his time of need."
Draken sat upon a throne built from the gold-gilded bones of his ancestor’s enemies. The twin blades balanced across his legs. They fit together seamlessly and were sharper than any man could forge.
The usurpers had been too cowardly to slit Draken's throat and risk the blood price exacted by the shades of his ancestors. Instead, clothed in burlap and covered in ash, they cast him out into the wasteland of the tombless. Weak and dying, it was among the piles of bones he finally knew despair.
In his darkest hour the gods gifted him with a meal out of the very air to strengthen his body. The meat was a paltry portion that tasted of the endless poison sea to the west. Bread more air than grain. The gods message was quite clear; a morsel for life, but he must show himself worthy to truly break his fast at their table. The strangely shaped blades delivered by the gods had harvested many souls as Draken cut down his enemies to regain his throne. Now their bones were scattered, unable to rest, among the