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Post edited 10:49 am – March 27, 2010 by Dr. Hera

Now, now gentlemen… I realize many of you newcomers have lots of questions about why we treat this situation the way we do, but you're just going to have to trust that we have our reasons until we're ready to share.  Some of them are too… Hera pauses and turns to lay a gentle hand on Fors' cheek, which when looked at very closely, is seen to be covered in fine, faint scars.  Trembling a little, she turns back and continues her thoughts  painful to share with nearly total strangers.  Especially for those of us who prefer their privacy.

Tink, dear, go check your mailbox.  I had someone deliver something for you last night that should take care of that eczema for you.  You should be good as new if you use it like I wrote in the directions in about 12 hours.

I Cell… while I appreciate your caution, we are not without our own resources and some quite formidable ones at that.  Should Tink need to experiment with modification, she merely need call on certain of our number and we can ensure she comes to no permanent harm.  Do not underestimate the unknown merely because it falls outside your personal purview.   While I rarely advocate attempting to use a foreign tech without very careful analysis, turning an enemy's own weapons and tactics back on them has been historically known to be quite effective when it is possible. Now, while it might be somewhat abhorrent in some applications, in a situation such as this, where we are hopelessly outnumbered and deificly outclassed… it might be our only hope of surviving our current circumstances.

Should anyone need me in the next few hours, I'll be findable in the apple orchard. Oh and Maz?  I think I've worked out a sedative that should be compatible with your metabolism that will allow you to fly without decorating the inside of Sue's plane or being completely useless when you hit the ground.  I'm still working on the allergies due to your… unique physiology, but I'll let youknow if I make any progress. 

For now, though, I have work to do.  Be safe my friends and to all our new allies… watch your backs.  We've been taken unawares too many times to be lax now.

Tink said:

Okay, um, no.  A Faraday cage is a basic catch-all term for a device that routes electricity around whatever is inside.  Electricity is lazy, see?  And it only wants to follow the path of least resistance back to the source.  So if you give it an easier way around than straight through, you… no one is actually reading this, are they?

Long story short, I experimented with Andy's copper wire, and I think I've got a solution for armor.  Haven't made a physical prototype yet, but the math works out.  Should I wait for you to contact me, or can I just go ahead and send the specs to your Battery Park office?

It would be so nice if you had access to a high conductivity material, like gold or platinum. You wouldn't need all that much to draw the fire, yes? I thought this town was a gold refinery at one point. Might there be anything left that is still ore?

Would anything else serve to ground the lightning better, such as a rubber lined suit, or does it just melt through that? I'm thinking that it would be more convienient and less suspicious to wear underarmor than a metal cage.

Maz, don't exaggerate, Love.  No one ever said you wouldn't get pancakes if you didn't work.  We simply said that honorable people work for their room and board.  Totally different, Dear.

Things are going well out here.  Spring is here, so we're keeping busy just getting the Farm up and running for the year.  We're branching out this year in an effort to be even more self-sufficient.  So far, we've managed pretty well with a few milk cows, some pigs, chickens, and our vegetable garden.  This year, though, we've doubled the size of our garden and added some livestock to start our own herd.  Eventually, we should have a large enough herd to be able to provide all of our own meat.  We're working on clearing another acre of land behind the house where we plan to start a small orchard of fruit trees.  We'll probably start with just a few this year, and we'll add to it as we can each year.  Our one apple tree in the backyard has been sufficient for providing pies for us over the past few years, but with the traffic through here increasing, we will feel better with a few more options.

We've also planted a small bit of wheat, and will experiment with getting the old mill up and running.  In it's heyday, Grandma Betty's farm had the only mill in the area – her grandfather built it himself when he first moved out here, when he had the only farm for fifty miles or more.  When Grandma Betty was little, she said that the people from all of the neighboring farms would bring their grain here to mill.  Unfortunately, by the time I was born, the mill had been out of commission for years.  A town sprouted up about fifteen miles away and built their own mill, and our mill was old and slow in comparison.  The basic components are still there, but we're going to need someone with know-how and probably more than a few spare parts to get it up and running again.  On the plus side, it would make us that much less reliant on running into town for supplies.

Anyhow, I've rambled long enough. . .  Goodnight, and God bless.  You are all in my prayers, as ever.