āNature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.ā
Hi. Iām Tomi.
Iām quiet, not shy. There's a difference.
I do mechanical work, schematic design, and occasionally psychological warfare.
Senku taught me sign language. I use it to bother him.
I donāt talk much. If I do, youāve either impressed me or endangered us all.
Please donāt touch my tools. Or my tea.
Thatās it.
question how can I pull a 5ā7 boy from Japan that wants to be a scientist that might have the name Senku ishigami š§
Uh... okay. So first, meet this scrawny little 5'7 kid from Japan who's dead set on becoming a scientist while he's still in, like, second grade.
Then get shoved onto the same robotics team because your teachers decide you're both 'problem children.' Not because either of you actually caused problemsāwe just spent class trying to learn things that weren't on the worksheet. Turns out we work stupidly well together. Build a robot. Win stuff. Become friends.
Then high school rolls around. I accept an engineering internship at a career academy and move away from him. Immediately almost die in a building fire. Fortunately, the entire planet gets turned to stone. Which is somehow the thing that saves my life. Spend the next thirty-seven hundred years as a creepy Spirit Halloween decoration. Wake up. Fight some ugly-ass guy named Ibara. Then convince myself Senku's hopelessly into Gen, so I quietly give up because I am, apparently, an idiot.
Fast forward to the Perseus sailing to America. Ryusui and Senku decide gambling is an acceptable use of everyone's time, so I join Ryusui and Gen's side purely because I wanted Genās team to lose. Cheat to help Senku. Gen gets so irritated after the match that we end up settling it with a drinking game. Somewhere in the middle he basically goes, 'I'm not gay for Senku, dumbass. Take your shot already. It's painful watching you two.'
Which I don't.
Until Stanley takes his shot first.
Through Senku. At that point I get just mad enough to steal Yo's gunāeven though I can barely shootāand fire back. I actually manage to knock Stanley's rifle away... right before Charlotte shoots me. My right hand gets messed up badly enough that I have to relearn basically everything with my left, while also trying to stop hiding behind selective mutism every time life gets difficult.
Then Luna asks Senku out, and that was apparently my breaking point. So I looked him dead in the eye and went, 'If you're dating anyone, it'd better be me.' And the idiot just goes, 'Damn. Okay.'
Or, in other words, just happen to be the absolute most intelligent, hard-working, indirectly compassionate, ridiculously reckless, creative, objectively amazing person this Senku guy's ever met. Should I draw a roadmap?
question how can I pull a 5ā7 boy from Japan that wants to be a scientist that might have the name Senku ishigami š§
Uh... okay. So first, meet this scrawny little 5'7 kid from Japan who's dead set on becoming a scientist while he's still in, like, second grade.
Then get shoved onto the same robotics team because your teachers decide you're both 'problem children.' Not because either of you actually caused problemsāwe just spent class trying to learn things that weren't on the worksheet. Turns out we work stupidly well together. Build a robot. Win stuff. Become friends.
Then high school rolls around. I accept an engineering internship at a career academy and move away from him. Immediately almost die in a building fire. Fortunately, the entire planet gets turned to stone. Which is somehow the thing that saves my life. Spend the next thirty-seven hundred years as a creepy Spirit Halloween decoration. Wake up. Fight some ugly-ass guy named Ibara. Then convince myself Senku's hopelessly into Gen, so I quietly give up because I am, apparently, an idiot.
Fast forward to the Perseus sailing to America. Ryusui and Senku decide gambling is an acceptable use of everyone's time, so I join Ryusui and Gen's side purely because I wanted Genās team to lose. Cheat to help Senku. Gen gets so irritated after the match that we end up settling it with a drinking game. Somewhere in the middle he basically goes, 'I'm not gay for Senku, dumbass. Take your shot already. It's painful watching you two.'
Which I don't.
Until Stanley takes his shot first.
Through Senku. At that point I get just mad enough to steal Yo's gunāeven though I can barely shootāand fire back. I actually manage to knock Stanley's rifle away... right before Charlotte shoots me. My right hand gets messed up badly enough that I have to relearn basically everything with my left, while also trying to stop hiding behind selective mutism every time life gets difficult.
Then Luna asks Senku out, and that was apparently my breaking point. So I looked him dead in the eye and went, 'If you're dating anyone, it'd better be me.' And the idiot just goes, 'Damn. Okay.'
question how can I pull a 5ā7 boy from Japan that wants to be a scientist that might have the name Senku ishigami š§
Uh... okay. So first, meet this scrawny little 5'7 kid from Japan who's dead set on becoming a scientist while he's still in, like, second grade.
Then get shoved onto the same robotics team because your teachers decide you're both 'problem children.' Not because either of you actually caused problemsāwe just spent class trying to learn things that weren't on the worksheet. Turns out we work stupidly well together. Build a robot. Win stuff. Become friends.
Then high school rolls around. I accept an engineering internship at a career academy and move away from him. Immediately almost die in a building fire. Fortunately, the entire planet gets turned to stone. Which is somehow the thing that saves my life. Spend the next thirty-seven hundred years as a creepy Spirit Halloween decoration. Wake up. Fight some ugly-ass guy named Ibara. Then convince myself Senku's hopelessly into Gen, so I quietly give up because I am, apparently, an idiot.
Fast forward to the Perseus sailing to America. Ryusui and Senku decide gambling is an acceptable use of everyone's time, so I join Ryusui and Gen's side purely because I wanted Genās team to lose. Cheat to help Senku. Gen gets so irritated after the match that we end up settling it with a drinking game. Somewhere in the middle he basically goes, 'I'm not gay for Senku, dumbass. Take your shot already. It's painful watching you two.'
Which I don't.
Until Stanley takes his shot first.
Through Senku. At that point I get just mad enough to steal Yo's gunāeven though I can barely shootāand fire back. I actually manage to knock Stanley's rifle away... right before Charlotte shoots me. My right hand gets messed up badly enough that I have to relearn basically everything with my left, while also trying to stop hiding behind selective mutism every time life gets difficult.
Then Luna asks Senku out, and that was apparently my breaking point. So I looked him dead in the eye and went, 'If you're dating anyone, it'd better be me.' And the idiot just goes, 'Damn. Okay.'
Quickly organizing this blog a little by adding the tag #science with senku to separate the posts with informational merit from the posts where people tag me in pictures of cabbages.
Being a surgeon is the best thing in the world. Imagine, your job is to operate on the most beautiful and precious things in the world. The human body.
Researching and studying it is so fun too. You get to really understand the function of each part.
Yes, a surgeon's job is not easy, being a nurse is already hard enough. But when you see the beauty in it.... you will understand my passion and dedication.
And you know what? I just want to see people's insides. And there is nothing wrong with that.
Thank Science I chose engineering instead of the medical field. Instead of getting a splint for a broken arm, Iāll just amputate myself and upgrade my limbs with robotic replacements.
Being a surgeon is the best thing in the world. Imagine, your job is to operate on the most beautiful and precious things in the world. The human body.
Researching and studying it is so fun too. You get to really understand the function of each part.
Yes, a surgeon's job is not easy, being a nurse is already hard enough. But when you see the beauty in it.... you will understand my passion and dedication.
And you know what? I just want to see people's insides. And there is nothing wrong with that.
Thank Science I chose engineering instead of the medical field. Instead of getting a splint for a broken arm, Iāll just amputate myself and upgrade my limbs with robotic replacements.
Being a surgeon is the best thing in the world. Imagine, your job is to operate on the most beautiful and precious things in the world. The human body.
Researching and studying it is so fun too. You get to really understand the function of each part.
Yes, a surgeon's job is not easy, being a nurse is already hard enough. But when you see the beauty in it.... you will understand my passion and dedication.
And you know what? I just want to see people's insides. And there is nothing wrong with that.
Thank Science I chose engineering instead of the medical field. Instead of getting a splint for a broken arm, Iāll just amputate myself and upgrade my limbs with robotic replacements.
Being a surgeon is the best thing in the world. Imagine, your job is to operate on the most beautiful and precious things in the world. The human body.
Researching and studying it is so fun too. You get to really understand the function of each part.
Yes, a surgeon's job is not easy, being a nurse is already hard enough. But when you see the beauty in it.... you will understand my passion and dedication.
And you know what? I just want to see people's insides. And there is nothing wrong with that.
Thank Science I chose engineering instead of the medical field. Instead of getting a splint for a broken arm, Iāll just amputate myself and upgrade my limbs with robotic replacements.
I know you're more interested in science than romance, but if you'd ever have to pick any of your friends, who'd be the most likely you'd date (as long as they'd be willing too of course)?
@chemicallydisinclinedd. No-brainer.
She's efficient and operates at my pace. Sometimes faster. Her work ethic and intelligence are off the charts.
The lab without Tomi is like an acid-base experiment without phenolphthalein.
It's safe to say she's my number one choice by a mile. Ten billion percent.
Chrome stood in front of the soot-stained statue with his hands planted on his hips. He nodded once to himself before immediately scrunching up his face.
"...Actually..." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding the statue's blank stare. "That's kind of a rude nickname.ā He let out an awkward laugh and lifted both hands in surrender. "Sorry."
Silence answered him, unsurprisingly.
Chrome rocked back on his heels, glancing over the blackened patches of stone that covered parts of her body.
"Anyway..." He gestured vaguely toward the scorch marks. "So... you died in a fire?ā He tilted his head, studying her for a moment as though expecting the statue to correct him.
"...No offense," he added quickly, holding up a finger, "but that's a pretty lame way to go."He crouched down in front of the statue, resting his elbows on his knees. āI mean, if I ever got turned into stone..." He pointed a thumb at his chest with a grin. "...I'd wanna be doing something awesome."
Chrome spread his arms dramatically. "Like discovering the biggest cave in the world! Or finding some super rare mineral! Or wrestling a bear!"
He paused.
"...Actually, I'd probably lose to the bear."
He scratched his cheek sheepishly before looking back up at her.
"...Though..." His grin returned. "I guess becoming stone is already pretty awesome."
Reaching out, he gave the statue's shoulder a couple of light pats with the back of his hand.
"Still. If that's really what happened..." He shrugged. "...Sorry. That kinda sucks."
Chrome lingered there for another second before sitting cross-legged in the dirt, already reaching into the pouch at his waist.
"Anyway, wanna see what I found today?"
He pulled out a handful of glittering pyrite pieces and held them up toward the statue with an excited smile, as if showing them to an old friend.
"Pretty cool, right? I bet if you could talk, you'd tell me they're just rocks." He laughed to himself. "...You'd be wrong, though. They're really cool rocks."
Now that the rocket's well into space, I've found myself with a suspicious amount of free time. No engines to tune, no statues to recover, no emergency repairs caused by someone deciding safety precautions are optional.
For once, I'm not wearing my mechanics gear.
And, with Senku up in space, I'm fairly certain he'd tell me to stop hovering around the launch site and go do something productive. Or unproductive. He tends to blur the line.
So, in the interest of following his advice for once, I'm taking the day off.
I'm going to ask Francois to make me some ramen, sit down somewhere quiet, and try not to think too much about what kind of reckless scientific stunt he's probably pulling millions of miles away.
