LOG I:: Flashback. Academy Night. {Enjolras, Combeferre.}

[mostillogical]

[Despite the fact that they have a test tomorrow; basic phaser maintenance, it's no big deal, really; the books have long since been discarded. This is routine, anyway; a new test every time a new model comes out, and he and Enjolras have been fiddling with the new models since their issue last month. They both knew them inside out, upside down, and right side up, set to stun. All practical application was basic enough, and with his essay for Biological Computing Science nearly done (and due next week, anyway), there was really no reason not to move on to bigger and better topics.

Seated on the floor, he tugged one of Enjolras' curtains aside, squinting up at the night sky as he concluded,]

So that's how the Pycan evolved to be able to survive in the vacuum of space. I really can't think of any single trait more useful than that, for a species' survival. Imagine if we could just swim our way to the delta quadrant? Simple design, beautiful result. They really are amazing.

[He was going to convince Blargh to go to this exhibit with him, one way or another. They had a weekend off, and Paris wasn't too far to go for this kind of a natural history show.]