Sam was staring at the Encephalons. How long? Who knew. What was she waiting for? Perhaps for one of them to fight back against the current that they had started.. Well hadn't they? How long would these Encephalons swim around this way if not provoked to do otherwise?
Sitting with the usual silence, Sam jotted some notes and time stamped them. She decided it was time to try something. She moved a stand over to the tank with her, placing her quill and parchment on it so she could concentrate.
She decided to start with the most obvious to her... she willed them to change direction. She willed them to turn into synchronized swimmers, and to change their pattern! Come on little guys! Want to be different!
Hmm... she gave it a moment and jotted down some notes.
|