"NO, NO!" he said, "we don't form the metal while the person is IN there, we make a mold of their head, and form the metal into THAT."NO, NO!" he said, "we don't form the metal while the person is IN there, we make a mold of their head, and form the metal into THAT. You need a negative mold anyway." It soon became clear that this company was using a technique they called "explosive metal forming" to make precise, form-fitting helmets out of stainless steel, that when finished, would fit the owner like a second skin. The customer he was molding now had asked for a special version that included a mold of the neck and shoulders, so that when the two halves of the finished product were clamped on, it would totally immobilize the head. Flora and Jason stared for a moment, remembering the fantastic boots that Mr. Dodds had brought during his last visit. They hadn't fit Flora, but they had fit Jason perfectly... Rounding the corner of the next aisle, they nearly ran into Mandy. "Oh good," she exclaimed, grabbing Flora by the wrist, "come on, I've got something I want to try, er, show you." Jason followed reluctantly, having just spotted a booth where liquid latex was being painted onto a bald womans head. After weaving through half a dozen aisles, Mandy stopped them in front of an undecorated and rather unremarkable-looking booth. RimaWear Incorporated, declared the small sign on the back wall of the booth, and one gentleman, dressed in rather mundane coveralls, stood behind the counter. His entire stock in trade seemed to be either brassieres, or breast-bondage equipment, depending on how you looked at it. Dozens of unusual items lined the three walls of his booth. "Ahh, Mandy!" he exclaimed as they approached, "perfect timing! This is the first break I've had all day. |