CHAPTER 33Walking into the center of the steam lab’s circular counter, Mara and Ping passed the board of mounted lightbulbs. Except for the one shattered bulb, the rest of the board looked intact, despite Mara’s minor disaster of an experiment with electricity.
“Did you ever tell me the purpose of this contraption? I don’t recall,” Mara said.
“I don’t think so. Your impulsive display of electrical finger-pointing derailed my train of thought, which, if I recall correctly, you also failed to explain,” Ping said.
“I told you about my metaphysical abilities. You simply dismissed them as hogwash. Remember?”
“I never said the word hogwash. I questioned the paradigm in which you explain the underlying rationale of your beliefs. But, the longer I spend with you and your Mr. Ping, the more I c
