[There's something wrong, and yet Rosalind can't seem to figure it out. Her brow furrows, and she glances uncertainly up at the other girls, but then back to Rocket.]
. . . succeed, really.
[She hesitates, then moves her arm, offering him a clear view.]
I think there's a lot one can do with atomic suspension. Namely, that one can do it-- suspend atoms midair, I mean. Not make them float, but . . . surely it's possible to put gravity on hold for a while.
If I can succeed, if I can prove that my theories are right . . . what else would I need?
no subject
. . . succeed, really.
[She hesitates, then moves her arm, offering him a clear view.]
I think there's a lot one can do with atomic suspension. Namely, that one can do it-- suspend atoms midair, I mean. Not make them float, but . . . surely it's possible to put gravity on hold for a while.
If I can succeed, if I can prove that my theories are right . . . what else would I need?