FLASH FICTION
Getting rid of the blocks to progress
“I’m sorry, however it’s simply unsatisfactory, August.” Fitch moved to the power bank, lengthy fingers reaching for the power levers and a view his face that August recognised from several a board meeting.
The one in which Jeff had actually been ended, for example. His chair had not exactly tipped backwards from the table to transfer him in a pool of alligators. Yet it could too have actually done.
August scampered round the side of the laboratory to meet Fitch beyond of the console. “I actually would not do that, sir.”
Fitch gave him the brow. “Oh, actually?”
“Might blow the condensers, sir. In addition to reverse the polarity of the neutron flow. And it wouldn’t do to do that. You ‘d blow the generators, and also fifty percent of southern England’s power supply.”
“Hmmm.”
“I believe it has been a fantastic success, sir.”
Fitch stepped back from August’s words, the far better to scoff at them. “You do, do you? 3 years’ job and what do we need to show for it? Not a sausage. Essentially.” He flung a hand dismissively at the teleport pad. “It could not even cook a sausage, August. Or defrost one, involved that.”