Zack
ACME
- Best answers
- 0
- Known Aliases
- Zack, Z, Lil'bro, Dan, Zack-Daniels, Bacon
- Color #
- 993300
This journal cobbles together the recent chat logs. Enjoy!
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It was quiet in the Bunker as @Zack Monaghan looked over the plans for ACME's hoverboard. He didn’t like it. Not the plans, but the silence. The facility’s budget was allocated towards new wielding tools for rapid prototyping rather than surround sound speakers, which seemed fine when the place was buzzing with construction. But the kid-genius always needed a constant stream of sensory inspiration if he wanted to create something. Simply put, he needed distractions in order to focus.
“Sup Zack,” @Eugene Grovington greeted from the door, one hand holding the power cells and ultra capacitors, the other with a six pack of beer. While not his usual highly-caffeinated-highly-sweetened style drink, Zack accepted.
“Yo Mr. G.” He greeted back, stepping aside to show the developments to the project.
The idea had come simple enough, from watching reruns of Back to the Future in the break room. ACME had a similar flying ski project that was scrapped decades ago due to the clunky design and energy wastage. With the recent improvement in fuel cell tech however, Zack hoped the personal travel devices would finally come to fruition.
The original prototype seemed to lift weights with ease. But next came practical testing with willing subject: @Deric Storm, who proclaimed plainly, “If it could hold me, it could hold the rest.”
ACME’s farm boy did the first trial in what looked like his old football gear with his buddy @Nace Bilby close by to play medic. The test wasn’t as successful as Zack thought it would be. First, the board shook, not being able to take Deric weight, then on the lateral moves it buckled, leaving a dented wall, a bent board and a few bruised egos all around.
Now they were back here. A device that hovered but didn’t fly, and one long list of things to fix.
“Imma stuck with this steering problem. There just isn’t a good way to make it go and keep the person balanced,” Zack scratched his head, “You’d think after inventing all that other stuff this would be a breeze. Think it’s time to call it a night yo.”
“Right on,” Eugene replied, clearly exhausted. Zack was heading back to the dorms and he figured Grovington would go sleep in the hangar.
As the guys left through the bunker’s elevator, a computer screen flashed in the darkness bearing an odd, unmarked message. Attached were calculations to the hover board’s sensors. The only clue as to the sender came in the form of a cryptic sentence: “YOUR GONNA NEED THIS TO CATCH ME, DEAN!"
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It was quiet in the Bunker as @Zack Monaghan looked over the plans for ACME's hoverboard. He didn’t like it. Not the plans, but the silence. The facility’s budget was allocated towards new wielding tools for rapid prototyping rather than surround sound speakers, which seemed fine when the place was buzzing with construction. But the kid-genius always needed a constant stream of sensory inspiration if he wanted to create something. Simply put, he needed distractions in order to focus.
“Sup Zack,” @Eugene Grovington greeted from the door, one hand holding the power cells and ultra capacitors, the other with a six pack of beer. While not his usual highly-caffeinated-highly-sweetened style drink, Zack accepted.
“Yo Mr. G.” He greeted back, stepping aside to show the developments to the project.
The idea had come simple enough, from watching reruns of Back to the Future in the break room. ACME had a similar flying ski project that was scrapped decades ago due to the clunky design and energy wastage. With the recent improvement in fuel cell tech however, Zack hoped the personal travel devices would finally come to fruition.
The original prototype seemed to lift weights with ease. But next came practical testing with willing subject: @Deric Storm, who proclaimed plainly, “If it could hold me, it could hold the rest.”
ACME’s farm boy did the first trial in what looked like his old football gear with his buddy @Nace Bilby close by to play medic. The test wasn’t as successful as Zack thought it would be. First, the board shook, not being able to take Deric weight, then on the lateral moves it buckled, leaving a dented wall, a bent board and a few bruised egos all around.
Now they were back here. A device that hovered but didn’t fly, and one long list of things to fix.
“Imma stuck with this steering problem. There just isn’t a good way to make it go and keep the person balanced,” Zack scratched his head, “You’d think after inventing all that other stuff this would be a breeze. Think it’s time to call it a night yo.”
“Right on,” Eugene replied, clearly exhausted. Zack was heading back to the dorms and he figured Grovington would go sleep in the hangar.
As the guys left through the bunker’s elevator, a computer screen flashed in the darkness bearing an odd, unmarked message. Attached were calculations to the hover board’s sensors. The only clue as to the sender came in the form of a cryptic sentence: “YOUR GONNA NEED THIS TO CATCH ME, DEAN!"
