52 Searing, 121
The minor degree in biology Stefan had received after his graduation from one Academy to another was not something he could impart in an afternoon, or even in the weeks he had to assign reading material to his would-be pupils. So far as he knew both Brenner and Eitan had faithfully completed the basic reading he'd set for them so they could at least understand what he was saying when they spoke of the challenges carrying out their Grand Plan would entail. Inviting them to join him in an experiment would, hopefully, give them a more applied knowledge of what they'd gotten from the homework.
Moving around the small laboratory he kept at Dornkirk Manor he adjusted the instruments, peering through the microscopic devices, ensuring the glass trays were fitted tightly. He'd set up most of what was needed the night previous but it was his habit to go back over anything he intended to present to others before the actual presentation. This was an experiment he'd observed and then performed himself in the first year of his studies for his degrees. It wasn't difficult and, in his opinion, did a good job of helping one understand many of the most basic concepts of the building blocks of life.
He felt that the other two leaders of the search for a final solution to the problem of magic ought to understand, on a physical level, what it was they were likely to find. The parasitic creatures Brenner's surprising foray into research had uncovered were microscopic, requiring a level of technology to even observe that had only been rediscovered in the Brass City less than a decade before. It was still crude compared to what ancient texts said had once been used and the instruments Stefan was using for his demonstration were significantly better than the ones he'd used at the University. Several of the improvements were his own and wouldn't be available, even if he'd released the schematics, which he had not, to any but the wealthiest of biologists due to their prohibitive cost to manufacture.
Once he was sure everything was in place, clean, and ready he had but to wait. An activity he would not be long at, it seemed, for he could already hear two familiar voices approaching his scientific sanctuary.
The minor degree in biology Stefan had received after his graduation from one Academy to another was not something he could impart in an afternoon, or even in the weeks he had to assign reading material to his would-be pupils. So far as he knew both Brenner and Eitan had faithfully completed the basic reading he'd set for them so they could at least understand what he was saying when they spoke of the challenges carrying out their Grand Plan would entail. Inviting them to join him in an experiment would, hopefully, give them a more applied knowledge of what they'd gotten from the homework.
Moving around the small laboratory he kept at Dornkirk Manor he adjusted the instruments, peering through the microscopic devices, ensuring the glass trays were fitted tightly. He'd set up most of what was needed the night previous but it was his habit to go back over anything he intended to present to others before the actual presentation. This was an experiment he'd observed and then performed himself in the first year of his studies for his degrees. It wasn't difficult and, in his opinion, did a good job of helping one understand many of the most basic concepts of the building blocks of life.
He felt that the other two leaders of the search for a final solution to the problem of magic ought to understand, on a physical level, what it was they were likely to find. The parasitic creatures Brenner's surprising foray into research had uncovered were microscopic, requiring a level of technology to even observe that had only been rediscovered in the Brass City less than a decade before. It was still crude compared to what ancient texts said had once been used and the instruments Stefan was using for his demonstration were significantly better than the ones he'd used at the University. Several of the improvements were his own and wouldn't be available, even if he'd released the schematics, which he had not, to any but the wealthiest of biologists due to their prohibitive cost to manufacture.
Once he was sure everything was in place, clean, and ready he had but to wait. An activity he would not be long at, it seemed, for he could already hear two familiar voices approaching his scientific sanctuary.
