"A weapon for who? For what? Just to help give Petrenko his own little criminal empire?"
Noelle shook her head and laughed.
"What Norb wants is truly revolutionary. He has mastered the wizardry of the long lost Homo zarbaibai race, and has discovered something called telluric energy, which makes the atomic bomb look like a firecracker. Magic -- real magic, not the art of illusion -- has not truly been practiced on any great scale in thousands of years. Norb will restore magic to our world, and telluric energy will replace petroleum."
"With Norb in control."
"That's only logical. There's already one power grid in place. Now there will be another one."
"I've seen 'The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.' I'll bet that Norb's central control for his telluric grid will look something like the giant eye floating over Mordor."
Noelle laughed merrily. "Norb is not Sauron."
"Yes, well, coming from one of his sexual weapons, I feel so relieved to hear that." Sydney did not bother disguising her glum sarcasm.
Noelle turned. "Ah! Severine!"
Sydney was impressed in spite of herself. Severine was a mature woman, but still very lovely and shapely.
"I am to be your roommate, and Severine will be your instructor."
"I never filled out an application for this 'school.' No, thank you."
Severine smiled patiently.
"Miss ... this is not a matter of free will. Now that the Venus of Wellendaud has unleashed your feminine potential, your mind can amuse itself with any ideas it imagines -- but your new body will always lead you back to us." |