12-04-2017, 09:48 AM
Let's get something out of the way right quick: Andy Sepúlveda knows, the way he knows he has 206 bones in his body, the way he knows he is left-handed, the way he knows he developed myopia as a child due to a combination of genetic and environmental factors, that he cannot conduct Scientific experiments without using an Instrument. He has known this since he was 20 years old, when one Dr. Iona Lusk whisked him away to a laboratory that exceeded his science fiction-devouring imagination and shed light onto the last two years of his life.
He has never had a 'vision' or whatever the hell his daughter claims afflicts her. Used to claim. He has no idea if they still afflict her or not. He has never had any desire to make sense of them. So far as he was concerned, Naomi's 'visions' were nothing more than coincidental nightmares.
Whatever hijacks his consciousness for a few seconds hits him so hard that it punctures a well of concern in Luis, who was taking dutiful notes as his boss dictated what was happening. Luis looks over, unaware of Vanessa the Hot Newscaster or the microphone or Dr. Sepúlveda's distress. He becomes more aware of the last of these because it's rare that the man stops talking.
The audio recorder is still going. It has to keep going. Any gaps in recording, the prosecution could consider evidence tampering.
"Eh, boss?" he asks.
When the sensory anomaly releases him, Sepúlveda gasps and drops the marble or whatever the fuck it is.
Luis adds, "You don't look so good."
"Callate," Sepúlveda says, swatting away his concern like it's coming from a hovering drone and scooping the orb from where it had fallen into the decedent's open torso. "I've found a spherical object about, ah... where's the ruler?"
Luis hands it to him. He verbalizes the diameter, then hands it off to Luis to weigh.
"I intend to examine it more closely later." A beat, then he raises his voice: "Don't worry, Judge, I won't dismantle the object."
"How did it get in there?" Luis asks.
"She swallowed it."
"Jo..." Luis frowns. "Why?"
"I haven't gotten that far yet, güey, relax."
He has never had a 'vision' or whatever the hell his daughter claims afflicts her. Used to claim. He has no idea if they still afflict her or not. He has never had any desire to make sense of them. So far as he was concerned, Naomi's 'visions' were nothing more than coincidental nightmares.
Whatever hijacks his consciousness for a few seconds hits him so hard that it punctures a well of concern in Luis, who was taking dutiful notes as his boss dictated what was happening. Luis looks over, unaware of Vanessa the Hot Newscaster or the microphone or Dr. Sepúlveda's distress. He becomes more aware of the last of these because it's rare that the man stops talking.
The audio recorder is still going. It has to keep going. Any gaps in recording, the prosecution could consider evidence tampering.
"Eh, boss?" he asks.
When the sensory anomaly releases him, Sepúlveda gasps and drops the marble or whatever the fuck it is.
Luis adds, "You don't look so good."
"Callate," Sepúlveda says, swatting away his concern like it's coming from a hovering drone and scooping the orb from where it had fallen into the decedent's open torso. "I've found a spherical object about, ah... where's the ruler?"
Luis hands it to him. He verbalizes the diameter, then hands it off to Luis to weigh.
"I intend to examine it more closely later." A beat, then he raises his voice: "Don't worry, Judge, I won't dismantle the object."
"How did it get in there?" Luis asks.
"She swallowed it."
"Jo..." Luis frowns. "Why?"
"I haven't gotten that far yet, güey, relax."
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon