Challenge

Beware the happy person with power tools.

There was a sign over the door to the maker-space. Warning: Happy people with power tools inside.

Shayde thought it was a joke until she stepped in. Sure, it had been a few years since she got together with fellow nerds and a bunch of tools to create something. At least, in subjective terms.

In real-time terms it had been closer to five hundred years.

The very concept of maker-spaces had changed while she was away. It wasn’t nerds with jig saws, hot glue guns and sewing machines, any more. It was nerds with three-dimensional printers. Nerds with full-out forges. Nerds with sketchpads talking to nerds with devices she couldn’t even fathom.

Someone, in a corner, was working on a fully-functional battle armour.

Somehow, her idea of a Mew-Mew Puffy Sama lolita dress wasn’t all that ridiculous, any more.

“First time?” said one of the local nerds.

“Sort of. Me an’ me mates used tae take over a garage or a sewin’ room in th’ day… This is…”

“Yes?” the local nerd grinned in anticipation. They liked freaking out the Mundanes. Even when the Mundane in question was a six-foot-tall shadow elemental.

“Heaven,” she sighed.

This was not the right answer. And now, somehow, she had become the Alpha Nerd.

She rubbed her hands in glee. “Show me tae th’ cuttin’ tables…”

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On the Dark Side of the Force:  you can’t let it guide you like you can the Light, you must not, in fact. Rather, you have to muzzle it - or perhaps ride it, is a better analogy. Use it’s power, but do not let it run away with you. Like with a particularly independent, stubborn, and genocide-happy horse.

“You have much anger in you. That is good. It is a feeling. Feeling is life.” The Master smiled at her

That most interesting of currencies, The Favour.

“It is not worth my Time, patience and anguish to even go near that piece of retro insanity you call a personal vehicle.”

Shayde thought she was upping the ante when she said, “I’ll owe ye a solid…”

He glared at her. “A solid what?”

“A solid favour. It’s a thing. Like ye need me tae do som'att ye don’t want

An aliens reaction to the punch buggy game

“Punch buggy white!”

“Hey! One, that is clearly blue, and two - we’re in a freaking car museum. Knock it off.”

“Where’s your sense of humour?”

Janice gritted her teeth. “We’re in front of ambassadors,” she grated. “You’re embarrassing your entire species.”

Meanwhile, Ambassador Vrex was taking notes. Humans are instinctually violent. Even their games and