by Will Stanton » Fri Oct 23, 2020 5:21 pm
Will mentally gasped a little bit as the nanites' signal flooded his vulcanized system, absorbing the data they were transmitting to him.
Before, he had been moving on instinct, and a little bit of rascally impishness. Now, however, everything seemed so clear and logical -- hell, he'd been training to get launched, hadn't he? He could calculate precisely how gravity was going to effect him, and how the air conditioning created eddies to be navigated. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't miss -- and he certainly did not WANT to.
Ashlie's nanites got some feedback, synching up with the ball -- it was practically an extension of her now; a peripheral ready to be deployed. Harlem Globetrotters, look out; Ashlie "Curly" Minamida had a ball of her own.