An over six feet tall, wirey black haired, male rocket scientist stalked forward towards his goal. A small opened up laptop, which was at the moment stuck in cycle of 'fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu', like it was trying to read a scratched up CD. Out of nowhere, the scientist, named Ezekiel, pulled out a stick and poked the malfunctioning technology. And then it blew up.
Of course, this was not really happening in the psychical world, which became quiet apparent as the whole thing seemed to rewind, with the normally cool-headed man grabbing a mallet out of sub-space and smashing the laptop up(and then having it blew up). This was all happening inside Ezekiel's mind.
A breathy laugh and the suddenly shaking with laughter curled up mewtwo tipped off Ezekiel that his mind was being invaded. The man was sitting at his desk, glaring at his normally efficient laptop, however, a week ago, in a conference with some of the higher up, when he tried to use it to explain his latest progress, instead of using the normal male-voice setting, the laptop began to squeak out his report in a high-pitched voice.
Ezekiel could still hear the roaring laughter of the executives in his head. The mute had filled out a form for his laptop to be repaired at once, but here he was. A week later and with no report back of when he could get it fix. Upon opening it to turn it on this morning to see if he could fix it himself, he got shocked by the keyboard. This is what had led to Ezekiel to have his macabre fantasies of destroying said laptop and the now laughing mewtwo. Technology had never been his strong suit.
Project Heal calmed down from his laughter and laid back down on the mat set on the floor of Ezekiel's private lab/room. The scientist's room and bathroom were only just one very thin wall away with just a shower curtain in the doorway. The majority of the lab-side of the room was occupied by tables full of chemicals, foods, and papers.
P.H. let out a loud purrrr, showing his amusement, and the scientist wrote down on the large white board behind him. 'I find nothing of this funny. I need a functional laptop to communicate and to keep records of my experiments, P.H.'
'Why don't you ask your brother to get you a new laptop?' The mewtwo grinned.
Erasing, he wrote down. 'I don't even want to think of how he got this one. Besides, I do think its fixable, no need to get something new when the old one can be fix....I just need someone that can fix it'
Of course, this was not really happening in the psychical world, which became quiet apparent as the whole thing seemed to rewind, with the normally cool-headed man grabbing a mallet out of sub-space and smashing the laptop up(and then having it blew up). This was all happening inside Ezekiel's mind.
A breathy laugh and the suddenly shaking with laughter curled up mewtwo tipped off Ezekiel that his mind was being invaded. The man was sitting at his desk, glaring at his normally efficient laptop, however, a week ago, in a conference with some of the higher up, when he tried to use it to explain his latest progress, instead of using the normal male-voice setting, the laptop began to squeak out his report in a high-pitched voice.
Ezekiel could still hear the roaring laughter of the executives in his head. The mute had filled out a form for his laptop to be repaired at once, but here he was. A week later and with no report back of when he could get it fix. Upon opening it to turn it on this morning to see if he could fix it himself, he got shocked by the keyboard. This is what had led to Ezekiel to have his macabre fantasies of destroying said laptop and the now laughing mewtwo. Technology had never been his strong suit.
Project Heal calmed down from his laughter and laid back down on the mat set on the floor of Ezekiel's private lab/room. The scientist's room and bathroom were only just one very thin wall away with just a shower curtain in the doorway. The majority of the lab-side of the room was occupied by tables full of chemicals, foods, and papers.
P.H. let out a loud purrrr, showing his amusement, and the scientist wrote down on the large white board behind him. 'I find nothing of this funny. I need a functional laptop to communicate and to keep records of my experiments, P.H.'
'Why don't you ask your brother to get you a new laptop?' The mewtwo grinned.
Erasing, he wrote down. 'I don't even want to think of how he got this one. Besides, I do think its fixable, no need to get something new when the old one can be fix....I just need someone that can fix it'
