Excerpt #23
“Give us the formula Professor! You know it’ll benefit mankind!” shouted the graduate student. Professor Graves turned as he fled up the wind buffeted outer staircase of the teleportation tower.
“NEVER! You fools should know that the University would only use it for evil!” He pulled a piece of glowing chalk from his pouch and began scrawling in the air. Large glowing mathematical symbols and numbers began quickly appearing as he mumbled to himself. “…distance…mass…current gravity….” the 3 students of the Intergalactic University Of Applied Mathematics quickly fumbled for their own chalk.
“Counter equations up! Before he finishes his!” they drew glowing lines in the air in front of themselves: large circles with mounting numbers and symbols of their own. This conflict soon became wordless. The only sound was the wind, the rain and the occasional thunderclap in the distance. Both sides now had sweeping meter wide formulas written as they both edged to completion. Professor Graves gave out a shout as he wrote the sealing glyph in the air.
“Done!” Shouted the three students as both equations began to go to work. The graduate students looked smugly at the Professor who smiled back at them as they began floating into the air.
“What…?” said one of the students. “We finished our counter.”
“I wrote a Barold’s contradictory statement into my equation.” he replied as the students floated away from the tower. As he ran up towards the gating platform at the top of the staircase he shouted back. “If the University wants to capture me they need to send someone that’s already graduated!”
