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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 30, 2014 8:49:07 GMT -5
Until suddenly she pauses, and her eyes light up.
"Why stand for just one..?" She mumbled to herself, ever seeking to improve upon her designs. With wild leaps, she wiped out her previous stuff, staying clear of the picture and equations around it, her scribbling increased in intensity as she began anew, almost violently carving equations once more, this time in three different ways, like she was calculating more than just how to purify the water once.
She seemed to finish these problems rather quickly, and began to draw something else. It was large, box-like, and seemed rather complex to operate, with several pads of buttons and a few levers. It looked a bit like a control panel, but it wasn't.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 30, 2014 9:54:06 GMT -5
Saline is lost again at this point, but doesn't disturb her, and instead goes beside her to work beside her. He makes a second drawing, which displays Spirit welding a small metal plate on a massive, futuristic object of unknown use. He gets absorbed into it, though he can't do detail too well, considering it is sand, he has to do it on a large scale.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 30, 2014 10:19:12 GMT -5
Although she knew by now that he was there, Sugar didn't say anything to him. Not yet anyhow. She had a lot to plan, and a lot to figure out. That she knew of, nopony had ever considered making something like this, and she figured fifteen gallon drums within her purifier, three of them, would have to be her limit for anything considered 'portable'. Anything more, and it'd have to be built on sight, and that was a problem right now. She couldn't build that sort of machine, and couldn't afford it anyway. She'd have to use cheap materials.
Maybe if she could get the design approved by the zebrican leaders...?
"How is it your people function?" She suddenly asked Saline, "How does one go about approval of something?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 30, 2014 10:43:57 GMT -5
He simply writes it, knowing that his rhyming would make it difficult. It reads, "Oligarchy with a House of Tribal Representatives." With that, he rubs out the second drawing, and gets a stick, and trots, dragging the stick to make a yard by yard square, and gets to work on the drawing. It's the same idea, but on a larger scale to add detail.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 7:23:20 GMT -5
Having not received an answer, she turns to look at him, then down. It took her only a moment to read his message, and she frowned.
"Then, if I can get these representatives to see me," She began curiously, "I could offer the idea of this machine to them for their approval?"
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Post by Saline-Base on Oct 1, 2014 9:49:34 GMT -5
He simply nods, and writes down once more, "Very accepting, both parties are looking for solutions to current water and irrigation crises." He continues drawing in the sand, finishing the drawing. It features Sugar and a few other unknown ponies, building what appears to be a Dyson Sphere, surrounding the solar system.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Oct 1, 2014 19:19:32 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, thinking to herself, then added offhoofedly "The theory behind the Dyson Sphere isn't complete enough to encompass a solar system. The energy released would be too scattered by then, and the sphere would only collect bits and pieces. And it'd be too difficult to manage maintenance."
She looked over her calculations again, running through it all in her head one more time, before smiling a little.
"I will have to speak to you some other time," She said, turning now to face the zebra, "I have work to do. Bye~"
And with that, and patting him lightly on the head absently (probably in a sort of thank you for his ideas, she's a little weird), she began to walk away, mumbling to herself to try and find any errors she may have made in the calculations she'd made.
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Post by Saline-Base on Oct 1, 2014 20:38:16 GMT -5
Saline blinks, "I hope to see you later…alligator." He chuckles at his own awful rhyming. He finishes the drawing, and looks satisfied. He leaves, too. Knowing well that the drawing will return to the Earth, as all things do.
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