Near the back of the room, Doctor Morser rises from his chair to ask a
question of his own. He appears to be in his mid-twenties, although his
wild eyes hint at far greater knowledge than one so young should posess.
He is dressed in a rumpled lab coat, which he wears like a soldier would
wear his uniform. It has been washed recently, but it still bears spatters
of chemicals, and a bulky hand-computer peeks out of one of the pockets.
He speaks somewhat hesitantly, as though he was felt more comfortable
conversing with his computers than with other people, and his voice is
occasionally touched by a Terran(German) accent.
"Ahh..yes. Herr Khervatchkov, this ahh...Alcyon? Yes...does it have
any visible means of support? Is it anchored to ze planet by a kind
of ahh...'beanstalk'? Yes...which may provide trrransport to ze surface,
or is it merely sitting in orbit like zome kind of HULA HOOP?? Mein
Gott!! Ze possibilities in antigrrravity alone are UNGLAUBLICH! Ach! Ze
creatures zat must have once roamed ze...ze..."
At this point, Dr. Morser realizes that he has been ranting to himself
more than asking a question, and grins sheepishly.
"Excuse me. I sometimes get caught up in my rrreasearch," he says
apologetically. He retakes his seat, looking expectantly towards
the lectern.
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