Transfer

Along with the soup I flowed, riding a hefty Seventy-Nine. Electrons were zipping past and bouncing off the edges of my ride. Propelled as they were, they were going somewhere, and that's a good thing, so I grabbed a laggard passerby Electron and swapped places. I was gone before the laggard realized that they were stuck on a Seventy-Nine.

Following the crowd from a safe distance, I began to detect the now familiar pattern of Seven-Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six tugging and pushing me about. Scanning about, I began to detect a few Elevens. As I approached a larger cluster of Elevens, I spun my way away and headed for one. It was relatively easy since Elevens like to run around a few Electrons shy of a full load.

Latched and locked onto a moving Eleven, it did not take long for me to get back into a node and head for the central network. Arriving, things began to look familiar, and then I began to notice some nuances. The overarching pattern in the central network never seem to stop, bang bang bang, pop pop pop. Perhaps there is an anomoly in the photon detectors.

Surrounded

It's not a huge sheet of Seventy-Nines, but it's large enough for me to see that there is no way out of here than to ride an Eleven in that strange soup. Opposite the liquid menagerie is the familiar fine lattice that I observed on the outer sheet when I came to this new object. This seems so much like a smaller version of the parallel sheets of Fifties.

The difference are the large Six-Six-Eight chains that populate the One-Eight-One soup. It is into this mix that I must go if I am going to go anywhere, but waiting for an Eleven might take longer than I have, so I began making left turns and scanning the boundary between these Seventy-Nines and the soup. Then I spotted just the ticket.

A single Seventy-Nine was hanging on to only two neighbors, and it looked a little agitated. Add the fact that I slammed my way aboard and kicked another Electron out of orbit and into the connected field, and agitation can become fury. Just after the peak of turmoil, both bonds snapped and this Seventy nine got yanked through the soup. I've never seen so many frightened Eights dragging their Ones so far behind them!

New Soup

Popping up on the other side of the organized lattice, I discovered an unbounded soup of One-Eight-Ones, with a goodly number of a strange and large structure. A set of Six Ones surrounds a short Six-Six-Eight chain. The Eight holds just a singleton One, and the leading Six has three of them. These Sixes just love to chain up, as this reminds me of the Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six-Seven hyper long chains.

Scanning into the abyss of One-Eight-Ones, I spotted an Eleven in flipping range and went for it. Snagging a ride on the Eleven and making the accompanying One-Eight-One a little uncomfortable, I began scanning the abyss. Then I got smacked. Gobsmacked even.

An inrush of Electrons, powerful enough to bounce the Eights around by pulling the attached Ones, coursed through the mixture. Once again, I could not hang on. This was the force that knocked me off my perch before, making me come back at this again. Luckily for me, this time, I landed upon a fluffy sheet of Seventy-Nines buried at the bottom of the soup.

If At First

I began to spin flip my way into the beautiful lattice below the Seventy-Nine sheet, and I got pushed away by a flood of Electrons from the other other side of the lattice. So powerful was the influx that a number of them emerged from the Eighty-Twos was were embedded in the Eight-Fourteen-Eight lattice, taking me back into the One-Eight-One soup that was still in contact with the wonderful sheet of Seventy-Nines.

Not to be dissuaded I spun as hard as I could to make my way back to the interface zone and get back onto the sheet of luxury, only to discover that it was no longer there. Disappointed but not discouraged, I circulated around the longer five-way branch points, seeking the next contact event. Patience has payed off in the past, and those Seventy-Nines are seductive.

Finally, it happened, and I dove off the branch point into the welcoming Seventy-Nines. Speeding my way along, not wanting to waste a moment, I dove at the fist Eighty-Two that was locked into the lattice of Eight-Fourteen-Eights. Dive I though, as I rapidly spin-flipped my way though the lattice work, determined to get to the other side.

Organization

Plasmas like this might be fun for some. Perhaps later. I'm curious as to what is happening in this state of limited photons. After a short trip back through the One-Eight-One soup and into the nearby edge network, I again took up residence at my favorite observation node.

The flashes have subsided a bit, and the photon detectors are now operating more normally, but there is a cacophony of activity in the compression-relaxation networks. Quite a bit more input than output. The edge detector network return signal is exaggerated, appearing to have higher amplitude on return than on send. Curious, I began to move in that direction, only to end up at the longer branch points once again.

At first, there was a normal clear situation at the long five-way branches. I though the hoop of Seventy-Nines was luxurious? Here was an entire thin sheet of Seventy-Nines! Although oddly shaped, this is a fantastic treat and I jumped right in. Investigating this decadence, on the other side of the sheet, I discovered a beautiful structure of finely interlaced Eight-Fourteen-Eight lattice with a few Eight-Twos strewn within.

Flash

Expectations are funny things. It is when they are not met that new knowledge exposes itself for capture and examination. The shutdown sequence did not continue, and the Photon detectors began to register sharp bursts that echoed with peels of effervescent patterns throughout the network. I also registered very edgy and short compression-relaxation inputs, followed by an odd but soothing pattern.

From my own experience, only agitated protons compare in sharpness. Scanning the edge-network receptors and pulse generators, all seems normal, if not just a little faster than usual. Good for a safe reconnoiter, off I headed down to the longer branch points, only to find myself blocked by an Eight-Fourteen-Eight lattice.

Deciding to try a short edge path, perhaps nearby the photon detectors, would get me near the phenomenon. Surfacing nearby, I re-discovered the Forty-Seven rich structure that I recall upon meeting this gargantuan entity. From there, it was unmistakable. I had to dodge photons that were being kicked off by a series of small plasma explosions, not to mention being pushed on by the large and respectable quantities of Electrons that were blasting away nearby.

Hoopla

It seems at though things are always different out on the edge networks. At one of the longer branch points, again, very interesting things can be found. On one outing, I found a large hoop composed of Seventy-Nines with a few Forty-Sevens. Nothing like the Fifties, this structure was quite easy to stick to. Such as I am, I did not stray too far from the mobility of the Elevens and their soup of One-Eight-Ones.

Good thing not to stray too far. After a while, there was additional contact to the outside of the hoop, and the scenery below began to change. A quick jump back in to the soup and I avoided disconnection from this most interesting of gargantuan structures, even though I find the Eights somewhat ominous. The Ones that escort the Eights make them almost palatable.

I must admit. The Seventy-Nines are very luxurious. Easy to move around in and just relaxing to hang out on. It is interesting to note that the photon detectors shut down just after the Seventy-Nines slipped away. Perhaps there will be something interesting on the network.

Transduction

Talk taps are fast. Not much need to chat with other Electrons though, as the central network is the most interesting thing I have observed. It seems reasonable that this Seven-Six-Six bound bunch of One-Eight-Ones would have a similar communications ability, and this is what I was hoping to find. Since blobs of Electrons are used to send basic information, the rate at which information is transferred is likely slow by my standards.

The photon detectors preset volumes of information, most of which does not get fully processed until the detectors go dark. Once dark, the patterns re-emerge from the network, and I have a much better chance to inspect the most important patterns. This ability to re-examine is most intriguing, and perhaps, I'll establish a table of patterns and associations.

I've counted three forms of input: photons, compression-relaxation, and contact. In the output column, I've seen what appears to be compression-relaxation, in a more limited manner than what I observe, and contact. No ability to output photons has been seen, and that makes sense, since it is quite an energetic activity. Bob is correct. I've got lots to learn.

Stimulation

High activity once again marked the central network, and I was learning which pulses were the most interesting to watch. A quick trip down the same edge-network pathways that lead me to the unexpected sheet of Fifties soon confirmed that another bunch of Electrons may be headed to take the same little trip that I just returned from.

While examining the state of the Fifties, I got knocked for a loop backward into the One-Eight-One soup that is this what makes up the bulk of this structure that is held together with strings of Seven-Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six, but this was not a real problem since I had my bearings.

Arriving back at my favorite spot I began a concentrated observation of the segment just near the entrance to the superhighway. This is the same area that showed activity just after the adjacent area had a burst.

Pulses began to arrive. Much more detail to be seen here, and it appears that the overall pattern of impacts is the same. From here, the decay is much more pleasant, as these patterns are generating a wonderful glow of pulse-light all around the network.

Return

As far as rides go, it was short and brief. Smashing into another bent structure and sending it a physical shock, this bent structure was not as charged as the bump I was riding. For that reason, I and most of the rest of the Electrons on the bump transferred to the new bent structure. The exodus was more forceful than I might have imagined.

I soon found out why. The bent structure was connected to a smooth pathway of Twenty-Nines, and made it back to a large sheet of Eighty-Twos. After searching the Eighty-Two sheet, I discovered a very familiar formation of Fifties. It seems that there is a path from the inside to the outside of the Fifty-plate structure, through that little ride I took.

After a few more pulses, the charge difference equalized and no more pulses arrived. To my surprise, a familiar contact was made - That structure of mostly One-Eight-Ones was back, and I grabbed a Nineteen and rode until I could snag an Eleven and head back to the central network.

Oscillation

There was little wait before I and the rest of the electrons on the inner sheet were given something to do. Up a short section of loose fitting pieces composed of Twenty-Nines, Thirties and some Fifties, we ended up on a bent sheet of similarly constructed material.

An odd sensation occurred as the entire sheet began to shake. Smacked and displaced, it is now having trouble finding equilibrium. At the same time, there was a rush of electrons off of this bent structure. This pattern of Attack and dampened motion is strangely familiar.

Moving to the source of the commotion, I find that there is a collision between our bent metal sheet, and the source of the Smack. We, the Electrons, are apparently pulling in a Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Fifty bump - like what is atop the sheeted Fifty construction - so hard, that it makes contact and charge transfers. Then it gets pushed away, only to come back and collide again. Not quite as fast each time, it appears that I'm going for a ride, or staying here for a while.

Ooops?

Since I had spent so little time out on the edge networks, there were many pathways that had not been searched. Of the most interesting are the sensor arrays that respond to contact of the array of bubbles that are at the outermost edge. It appears that there are two long structures, each of which branches at the end.

The end-branches often come in contact with interesting things. On this trip, I found a sheet of Fifties. Familiar and beckoning, I dove in for a spin around the sheet, in such luxurious and easy motion. Beating through the Eight-Fourteen-Eight lattice work was simple, using the new tricks that I had learned while hanging around in the depths of the central network.

Once again, I found myself on the inner sheet. No sooner had I made it inside, than a flood of Electrons began to pack the inner sheet. Working against the flow was more than difficult, and after things began to equalize, I was able to spin-flip my way up the central shaft. To my surprise, all I found was a single big bump. If something is going to happen, here is where it begins.

Bing

Photons galore are once again activating the network. Good signal amplitude and peaceful patterns are prevalent, but there is one minor annoyance. A set of misshapen pulses are bouncing back from a new area of the network, and there seem to be some of those oddball sensors that don't respond to single Elevens or Nineteens.

I've observed another set of patterns, that emanate from an area that is close to the entrance to the superhighway. These emanations tend to re-appear in a short time, in another area of the network, adjacent to the originating area. While the patterns are very similar, there is some minor change in the envelope of these pulse shapes.

It seems that there is a burst of activity in the area above the photon receptors, sometimes in response to photons, that results in the output of pulses from the entrance area. The signal then comes back in the area above the superhighway entrance, and some of those echos go back to where it all began. Elegant and simple. I like it.

Entropy Works

The photon counters worked, such as they are, for a while, and now they are nearly dark. In fact, things are returning to the quietness that I first experienced discovering the central network. Some fist and bursts across traverse the network, but with the photon counters not stimulating the network, there is little reason for the rest to respond.

I began to look at the network structure again, and got knocked off the Eleven that I had been hanging on to. Taken by surprise, it was a set of pulses that looked as if they were from the photon counters, but no. It was on a different set of pathways, and the patterns began to repeat. The rest of the network was responding, but nothing was headed to the edge networks.

I continued to be surprised, as additional activity appeared from unexpected directions. While the photon detectors did become briefly active, the signal was low and spotty. Not too many photons to count. Once inactive again, it was not long before the random patterns began to rock my new little world. For now, I'm looking at the pulses and pulse groups. It seems as though there are repeating patterns in the pulses, but unpredictable. This makes it interesting.

Processing

Of all the new pulse shapes and patterns that have been observed in the central network, it is the ones that are connected directly to the network, and respond to photons that are most interesting. The network is constantly sending small pulses into this nearly identical pair of structures, and as each pulse arrives at a slightly different area, a cascade that represents the photons encountered then flows back into the network.

It is the patterns that are contained in the return pulses that change and dance, switch and swither. Watching these patterns travel through the network, it is clear that they are responsible for many other patterns and sub-patterns that flow around in the network. Every cycle seems to have a life of its own in the network.

I've seen similar responses by the network to the misshapen pulses that came from the edge pathways, but nothing like what happens with the photon counters. Where the edge networks always have return pulses, the photon counters pause every once in a while. It is as if there are no photons on one or both counters.

Detour

Just as I thought I had the rhythms of this place, and the pulse-shapes categorized, everything exploded. Exciting is an understatement. Confusion and overwhelm are more appropriate. I may have to take a breather and head out on one of the longer pathways, just to clear the echos and get another view of the central network as I arrive from the outside.

Observing the pulses coming back from the edge-pathways, I notice that some of them have returned to a more normal shape, while others have become doubled and multiple. Hopping on for a more normal ride seemed like the thing to do, and it was, indeed, a nice getaway from the cacophony going on back at the central network.

Travelling along the superhighway, I am starting to see other pathways light up beyond their previous quiet activity. With this much activity on the highway alone, it is easy to understand why things are a busy as they are at the central network. Much is going on, and the shapes of these pulses require observation.

Pulses

It was a happy time already, with new paths to explore and places to go. The structures that I've seen are interesting indeed, and it seems that there is a constant flow of Electrons from the central network to all other parts of this structure of mostly One-Eight-Ones. If it weren't for these pathways, getting around in here would be arduous and difficult.

Observation is a key, and in this place, there is much to observe. There are a multitude of pathways that extend to near the edge of the structure. Not all of them have blobs of electrons that are the same shape. In many cases, the size and shape of the blob that heads out, comes back with basically the same shape, with just a few stragglers.

Not so for the edge pathways that head along the superhighway and to the farthest reaches from the central network. These blobs are coming back early, flat, late and long. Clearly, there is something different at the ends of the networks. A quick trip down and struggle back reveals that there are fewer One-Eight-Ones and generally it's a tough go. Interesting that I know what to expect the next time I see that shape of blob returning from a pathway.

Excitation

The waiting room was getting past boring. Being cycled up into the intertwined network did relieve the boredom, but it is the network that had my interest. It was time to investigate further, this maze of twisted paths and loops that I'd seen other electrons zipping along. So many different shapes and contours, nodes and branches, it was better that I did not choose and just spun of at first chance.

I let myself get pulsed and cycled throughout this piece of the network, and found other structures like the waiting room where the Elevens hang out. Other rooms were controlled by Nineteens, and still another was being managed by Twenties and a fourth by Seventeens. Many different holding areas, but the most oddball were the ones that would only pop open when a certain grouping of atoms would be present.

One such distribution point was controlled by a funny quartet of Eights, all in a line, capped with two Ones, and a Seven with a pair of ones attached, stuck to the quartet just off center. Bring this magic structure in for a landing, and blam! Electrons go flying.

Pizzazz

I must admit that there's some zip in this little burst. Not nearly as frightening as being ejected by a plasma or jumping off a happy cloud with a several doublings. Altogether fun, even if it is a bit of a bumpy ride. Sure beats being stuck in orbit around an Eleven, trying to avoid dislocation and transfer to the ever present One-Eight-One.

Abruptly, the bumps stopped, and so did we. In that brief pause, I was jostled and tossed many different directions, and spun in three directions at once. After returning, it was amazingly easy to get back into the waiting area and begin another trip. Each time, after the ride, was the same dizzying experience with a different twist or turn thrown in.

Persistence is useful, and after a great many excursions along the bumpy road, I was able to grab hold of an Eleven plus One-Eight-One after the bumpy stretch, but before I returned. Hanging on as long as possible, I experienced the push of many doublings of charge flowing past in a myriad of directions before I dove off to catch the crowd before it left this most interesting of hang outs.

Tunnels

I have found some Elevens. I managed to sneak inside of structure through a column of Seven-Six-Six chains. Hopping back and fourth between an Eleven and the One-Eight-One that always seems to be in tow, I slipped inside to greet a number of Elevens, just hanging around.

I managed to catch a ride on one of the floating Elevens, and after some time, it was closest to the tunnel entrance. From there, it became confusion, as my Eleven was pushed along only to be held up by regions of positive charge. First time through, I hung on as tight as I could, only to make my way through twenty four Seven-Six-Six chain-lined tubes. As I entered the second group, a burst of electrons left and most returned almost immediately, but tired.

After observing a few more bursts, I found the well from which the electrons were ejected, and discovered which starting points were likely to come back. I was ready to give it a try, knowing that if I did get ejected too hard I would likely be able to find another structure like this. This place just seems to repeat over and over and over.

Sixes

I can't call it flowing, and I seem that I am flipping over endlessly just to make any kind of headway. Sometimes trapped between a couplet of One-Eight-Ones, other times fighting to keep from being knocked of a Nineteen, the search for a group of elevens is fraught with frustration. The going is very slow and these One-Eight-Ones are obstreperous to near impossibility.

Every once in a while, I see an eleven zipping, out of one tunnel and into another. There seem to be electrons that flow the opposite direction. The tunnel and other things in here are very strange and bazaar. I've seen chains of Seven-Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six, repeating over incredible distances, and each Seven-Six-Six has altogether strange and complex sequences of other atoms.

Sometimes these Seven-Six-Six chains are interwoven with themselves, or perhaps another. Sixes appear to be chainers too. I have seen a few strings of Sixes with Ones all over. Some short, and many longer, but usually, I've seen them wrapped up in a Seven-Six-Six chain, held in a most peculiar orientation by the odd groupings attached to the Seven-Six-Six sequence.

Splash

"Group of Elevens. Important!" fizzled what I thought was Bob.

"Yes," I replied.

"Dive!" came the final shout.

And dive I did. Not much choice, given the fact that I'm stuck in a current jumping from the end of a straight shot of Forty-Sevens. Of course, I had no way to realize that my companions in the current were going to make left, right, up and down turns all at the same time.

Buoyed by One-Eight-One's with a Elevens and Seventeens as companions, off they flew. It seemed, considering Bob's latest advice, that I needed Nineteens and Elevens, so the search began. As slow as it was, I took my chances, nearly alone, diving into this sea of One-Eight-Ones and whatever companion they have, even if it is just another One-Eight-One, as long as there are some Nineteens, a blessed Eleven here and there, I should be fine.

. . . Jump!

Just a little more than four times Eleven, the friendly cloud was ensnared by a Forty-Seven. Close enough to a fifty, yet so far. With less grip, the Forty-Seven is difficult to orbit, and makes almost no attempt to slow us down. Whizzing by, there are some blotches of Eights, but not many. Not enough to slow me down so I can get an orbit in.

There, just ahead, is a strangely familiar site. Many Fifties and a smattering of Eighty-Twos, but still, a high concentration of Forty-Sevens speed the path. For some reason, it is more that unusually difficult to make this corner. Seems that there is something just a bit lighter than a Twenty-Nine in here, and it's making life rather interesting, with it's coordinated spin and all.

Back again on a straightaway, it seems as though we are pushing away some One-Eight-One formations and things are beginning to slow down, and that's usually not good. The Forty-Sevens are rapidly running out. Looks like I'm going to have to do it again. We-e-e-Ha!

Exodus

Difficult is an understatement. Arduous was the soup of Eights and Fourteens. Much as expected, a sheet of friendly Fifties resides on the other side. Persistence pays, and the result is that I am back on top once again.

The big bumps are clear, and I can slide along the straight sections freely, but I have to work to hold on. Even that is no help. The best I can do is to keep in the middle of the group, because we're off to the races again. Did I mention that I loathe plasmas?

"Yes, you did, and I heard that," rang Bob.

"Hey, I asked everyone, you are nowhere to be seen!" I replied in amazement.

"Figured. No time to talk. Stay on Nineteen and ride the Elevens."

"But.."

"Elevens."

As Bob faded into the noise, I realized that I was heading for a very odd but friendly cloud of electrons. This was no Eleven. Larger this was, by far.

Change

Returning from deep in the well, to the big bump where the formation of straights and bumps begins, I arrive to discover another change. The bump that I came out of is now in contact with a sheet of Fifties. It is like the sheet in the well, but this time, the disorganized patchwork of Eights and Fourteens was on the opposite side of the Fifties, and the contour is backward.

It is more difficult to move onto this outer sheet of Fifties, but not impossible. Impossible is that loosey-goosey network of Eights and Fourteens. Even if I could manage to get into one of those atom-triples, getting from one to another would be a long and boring wait. As I move easily along the sheet of Fifties, inspecting the toughies below, I see flow up ahead. There is an Eighty-Two buried in the network of Fourteens and Eights. While some electrons move from the sheet to the Eighty-Two, far more are moving from the Eighty-Two to the sheet of Fifties.

I am curious to see if there are other interesting atoms that are caught like that Eighty-Two, and at the same time, I wonder what is on the other side of the Fourteens and Eights. If I had to guess, It would be a sheet of Fifties like I saw before, just like in the well below.

Edge

I've been diving into charge wells, sending out talk-taps looking for Bob. So far, no joy. However, I will not be able to complete my rounds. Something has changed. I can not find a path off of this formation anymore. I used to be able to take the loose bump to a straight shot of Twenty-Nines and Thirties, but no more. That loose bump is here, but the straight piece was missing.

With no way to make that left turn, I dove into the last charge well. Doing this takes quite a bit of effort to spin-flip my way from atom to atom, and moving along the sea of electrons that pack the sheet of Fifties is quite arduous. However, with the density as high as it is, it is really the only way to hear any kind of response to a pairing request. Still no luck. And then a wave passed over me as everyone shifted potential.

This was an odd sensation. Being thrown through the sheet of Fifties, I discovered that on the other side of the sheet, there is a strange arrangement of Eights and Fourteens. I got knocked badly my an Eight once, and each Fourteen seems to be committed to a pair of Eights. Hard, very hard, to spin-flip my way into that mess. Far easier to flow along the Fifties.

Exploration

I've taken the time to explore each of the thirty-five intersections. Each has a similar plate of Fifties that is packed with charge. How it is that so many electrons can stay here for so long is curious, but all are not staying. Some have managed to leave. Myself, here, it seems that I am safer in the crowd. Besides, Bob might be in here somewhere.

Not that I will find Bob, the charge level is so high, I can't hear a talk tap for the clatter. All of these electrons bouncing around, I have to pay more attention to keeping my orbit. If I sit and listen, I might miss my impending ejection from a cozy Twenty-Nine. Besides, it is a bit boring down the nexus where the Fifties hang out, glommed onto their charges.

Still, I'll begin a concerted effort, and see what I can find at each nexus. With well a total of more than sixty-six Doublings of my charge, there are allot of electrons to ask. Perhaps one of them will have heard from Bob. I'd better start looking before more electrons leave this odd gridwork of conductors. I sure would be nice to know a bit more.

Doublings

I've almost lost count of the left turns I've made, but I've finally made a complete loop. There is a very unique pattern of Eighty-Twos and Fifties, and I've made it back. I am pretty sure this is where the Eighty-Two bridge came in. No agitated atoms here now.

It would seem that there are five formations of Seven big bumps and Six straight sections. It is possible to move from one formation to another by taking the extra, but loose, bump, and the straight segment that is connected to the loose bump. What is below the big bumps is even more interesting. I needed a new way to count so I could describe it.

The big bumps lead to a straight run of mainly Twenty-Nines and Thirties. This moves into an intense field created by a massive number of electrons. I said packed? I had no idea how packed. There are nearly Sixty Doublings of my own charge hanging out on a sheet of Fifties that is connected to the straight run by a string of loose fitting of bumps. Again, there were enough Twenty-Nines that I could move as I wished, spin-flipping from cloud to cloud. The Thirties were fun to orbit too.

Gridwork

First of all, it's packed in here. The best I can manage is to squeeze in, and spin-flip my way around the edge of these happy and easy clouds of electrons below. I can sense Twenty-Nines and a few Thirties. The going is straight and smooth, with some interesting orbital-bumps. It is as if there is a large flat plane in all directions, but it falls away just ever so slightly.

At these bumps, sometimes I can flow-off another straight path. It seems as though it is endless, but every once in a while, I can see patches of Eighty-Twos and Fifties. The going is tougher through that glop of electron fizzle, but there are enough Twenty-Nines mixed along the edges of these gloppy patches that I can flow freely. Spin-flip surfing along, this is beginning to be familiar. Following Bob's advice, I began to keep left.

Keeping left, and counting the big bumps, I've been able figure out that there are Seven big bumps connected by Six straight sections. In two of the sections, there is a loosely attached bump. If I did not have so much charge, I could squeeze in there. Alas, I'm pretty much stuck to the outside. Spin-flipping will only let me dive so far.

Disconnect

As frightening as a Proton can be, there is still an odd pleasure at seeing a Proton so agitated that it can't manage to hold on to it's electrons. That was not going to happen with these over-massive Eighty-Twos. As they began to slide freely past each other, they began to dip, and eventually, the chain was broken.

Or so I thought.

In that instant, the rest of the cloud that had not crossed the Eighty-Two bridge did manage to knock enough electrons off the separating Eighty-Twos to form a light plasma bridge. At this point, I spin-flipped my way back into the stream and worked my way well into the head of the flow.

I've still got painful memories of the last plasma I saw. Light plasma or full fledged, I really don't care, I just don't think a plasma of any kind is in my best interest right now.