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highfunctioning) wrote2012-06-11 10:46 pm
highfunctioning) wrote2012-06-11 10:46 pm
-it has three corners. [Wednesday Evening]
Of course.
It was so simple. So utterly, embarrassingly obvious.
How had he not seen it before?
This is why he'd been brought here. The feeling had been building for days, that he'd been missing the bigger picture, that he was going about things the wrong way. He was attacking his current predicament with science; scrutinizing blood samples, messing about with cybernetically enhanced rats, trying to put together patterns of the people that came on board... But to what end? What was the point of knowing the cage, if he was powerless to break free? How much more interesting to use what was at hand to his advantage, and thus gain the ultimate freedom?! This morning Sherlock had woken to find himself completely certain that the Proserpina was not a test, nor a punishment, but his great reward for being so extraordinary and working so tirelessly. He was on a vessel in space; a vast, untamed frontier. The possibilities were endless for a man with a quick mind, no fear, and nothing to lose.
For a pirate.
Abandoning his supper of sugar cereal and chocolate milk, which he'd forgotten was the perfect meal, Sherlock stood and practically sprinted to the wardrobe. A familiar voice usually wouldn't have dissuaded him from this kind of mission, but he was actually dying to share his revelation with someone.
Besides which, he'd be needing a crew...
It was so simple. So utterly, embarrassingly obvious.
How had he not seen it before?
This is why he'd been brought here. The feeling had been building for days, that he'd been missing the bigger picture, that he was going about things the wrong way. He was attacking his current predicament with science; scrutinizing blood samples, messing about with cybernetically enhanced rats, trying to put together patterns of the people that came on board... But to what end? What was the point of knowing the cage, if he was powerless to break free? How much more interesting to use what was at hand to his advantage, and thus gain the ultimate freedom?! This morning Sherlock had woken to find himself completely certain that the Proserpina was not a test, nor a punishment, but his great reward for being so extraordinary and working so tirelessly. He was on a vessel in space; a vast, untamed frontier. The possibilities were endless for a man with a quick mind, no fear, and nothing to lose.
For a pirate.
Abandoning his supper of sugar cereal and chocolate milk, which he'd forgotten was the perfect meal, Sherlock stood and practically sprinted to the wardrobe. A familiar voice usually wouldn't have dissuaded him from this kind of mission, but he was actually dying to share his revelation with someone.
Besides which, he'd be needing a crew...