Not terribly social.Not terribly social. But one day she rattled off this... thing. It was some sort of equation, but I had the ship AI repeat it to me after class. If I was right, it was a major improvement over Corrane IV theory, which could redefine a whole line of starships! Which meant... Next day, in class. Two hour session. Ended well. People were leaving, going to the rest of their day. "Miss Hawkwing, could you please stay after class for a moment?" Snickers ran about some of the younger ones in the classroom, and that's allright. She had been a bit bitchy. But, when the class emptied I sat down and told her "You're amazing, you know that, Kathy? You come in here, and know everything already, and I don't need you in my classroom, especially when that equation you rattled off yesterday is better than anything we have in the line right now. Wait. Yes, I can see that you've figured out what this means, to you, me, and Parma shipyards. It could earn you a lot of respect. Therefore, using that equation as a starting point, you may pass my class entirely if you prove your equation. You may use the Bonsai labs for this project, and you may take as long as two weeks. I suggest you start by looking up the Bennetti equations, a series of incorrect-but-getting there thoughts proposed on Earth before they even had spaceflight." She looked at me, after this tirade, and looked as if she was about to snap at me, but instead she merely said "Yes, sir. |