‘Honestly, Ben, my skin is buzzing from it. I’m probably not going to bathe for a few days. What do you think?’
Benjamin looked up into the sky and did not respond.
‘I’m right, Ben, aren’t I? These lines aren’t static and they branch and flow with specific pulses, like currents.’
Benjamin took a sip of his tea. ‘Interesting, Herb. You could be onto something there. And you’re sure the craft is okay?’
‘Yes,’ Herbert insisted. ‘Why don’t we just start her up and I can show you?’
‘No. It’s daytime, far too daytime for a display like that. Besides, you’ve got your jazz fusion on the stereo already so you’re good for treats. That said, do you think this pulse idea of yours would hold if we introduced it to greater mass?’
‘You mean can I take you along as a passenger? Maybe not at night, t
