Total time elapsed: 71 hours, 25 minutes Maximum radius: 14.83 m
I've decided to call it. The expansion rate's practically zero, there's no point dragging this out any longer. I think Carlisle's ready for his wake-up call.
Sadly, it seems one of his uncountable worries came true: the broom he left here does not have a 15-meter handle. But I think I've put together a suitable workaround...
[ His workaround? A crablike robot, six-legged, which he's been building piecemeal over the last day or so. He deposits it just outside the kill zone, steering it with a remote control handset like the ones he uses to pilot drones. The little robot scuttles up to Carlisle's corpse, raises one front leg, and pokes him sharply a few times.
Nothing. ]
... Hm. Probably all that padding.
[ The crab backs off and approaches his face instead. It's hard to see what it's aiming at from this angle, so Carlisle gets poked mostly in the glasses and the eyebrow. Still, there's no response. Sighing, Qubit backs it up again. ]
No, the actuators are too weak. I was afraid of that. Well... [ He flips a switch on the controller. ] Plan B it is, then.
[ And with its stun gun thus armed, the robot rams itself directly into Carlisle's chest. ]
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Total time elapsed: 71 hours, 25 minutes
Maximum radius: 14.83 m
I've decided to call it. The expansion rate's practically zero, there's no point dragging this out any longer. I think Carlisle's ready for his wake-up call.
Sadly, it seems one of his uncountable worries came true: the broom he left here does not have a 15-meter handle. But I think I've put together a suitable workaround...
[ His workaround? A crablike robot, six-legged, which he's been building piecemeal over the last day or so. He deposits it just outside the kill zone, steering it with a remote control handset like the ones he uses to pilot drones. The little robot scuttles up to Carlisle's corpse, raises one front leg, and pokes him sharply a few times.
Nothing. ]
... Hm. Probably all that padding.
[ The crab backs off and approaches his face instead. It's hard to see what it's aiming at from this angle, so Carlisle gets poked mostly in the glasses and the eyebrow. Still, there's no response. Sighing, Qubit backs it up again. ]
No, the actuators are too weak. I was afraid of that. Well... [ He flips a switch on the controller. ] Plan B it is, then.
[ And with its stun gun thus armed, the robot rams itself directly into Carlisle's chest. ]