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capeandcowllogs2013-10-23 12:01 am
smarterthandad) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-10-23 12:01 am
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Get in, loser, we're going to do science.
WHO: Valeria Richards and Tony Stark
WHERE: Stark Industries (but not a lab!)
WHEN: Oct 22, late afternoon-ish
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Science mean girls: Two supergeniuses with questionable coping mechanisms and even more questionable emotional maturity read this quarter's science journals and are catty about it.
FORMAT: prose
Val wasn't sure Tony had forgiven her for the explosion yet, but it seemed like the boredom of intellectual isolation had finally outweighed irritation and her stock was again high enough to be allowed back in the building, if not the labs. The absolute howler of a thesis the head of the Cambridge physics department had published in last week's Nature probably had something to do with it, too. What good was peer review if no one managed to catch that their esteemed colleague's formulation was invalid for n > 3? "Without loss of generality" her behind.
Rather than get talked down to by well-meaning adults who hadn't gotten the memo that the toddler with the too-large backpack waiting for the executive elevator was smarter than their boss, Val used her adult holo-image to get up to Tony's office. This time, no longer bug-sized, she--or her hard-light image, anyway--knocked rather than inviting herself in.
"Mister Stark?"
WHERE: Stark Industries (but not a lab!)
WHEN: Oct 22, late afternoon-ish
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Science mean girls: Two supergeniuses with questionable coping mechanisms and even more questionable emotional maturity read this quarter's science journals and are catty about it.
FORMAT: prose
Val wasn't sure Tony had forgiven her for the explosion yet, but it seemed like the boredom of intellectual isolation had finally outweighed irritation and her stock was again high enough to be allowed back in the building, if not the labs. The absolute howler of a thesis the head of the Cambridge physics department had published in last week's Nature probably had something to do with it, too. What good was peer review if no one managed to catch that their esteemed colleague's formulation was invalid for n > 3? "Without loss of generality" her behind.
Rather than get talked down to by well-meaning adults who hadn't gotten the memo that the toddler with the too-large backpack waiting for the executive elevator was smarter than their boss, Val used her adult holo-image to get up to Tony's office. This time, no longer bug-sized, she--or her hard-light image, anyway--knocked rather than inviting herself in.
"Mister Stark?"