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The inventor’s latest attempt to build an indestructible woman ended with mixed results. His hair, singed-black, shot out cartoonishly in unkempt shocks. Thick soot caked his face. An acrid smoke billowed in his laboratory. A piece of equipment fell with a clatter. And only irregular sections of his latest design survived the test blast. But that did not deter him from exploring other plans, other possibilities.
Waterproofing was the first success. Followed by rugged tensile hair. But the early heady days of small victories seemed part of a distant past. The present had become cluttered with failures, cross-breeds, and flawed models. There’s no such thing as a “half-success” when it comes to the design and manufacture of an indestructible woman. He was reminded of that every day. He had scrawled that motto on a piece of draft paper when he began this mission and taped it to his bathroom mirror. Nevertheless a series of daunting obstacles still blocked his path to full female invulnerability.
"Truth resides in the body not in the mind," he said solemnly, the wet viscrea of his latest test-subject sliding down the lab walls with a thwok. "I am a man of science. Ergo: The truth is eternal. Yes. This calls for more elbow grease. Ergo."
Organ resiliency posed a problem. So did reinforcing the central nervous system – a coating too thick often prevented electrical signals from traveling the length of the body. He had made great strides toward perfecting his method on the reproductive system. But the project as a whole hung in the balance.
He wiped off his welding helmet with the sleeve of his unitard with and turned back to the drawing board with equal parts determination and hope, convinced he would realize his dream. His mind raced full throttle. He fantasized about progress. He daydreamed new technologies. He imagined unexplored techniques. He was filled with all sorts of ideas.
Date Written: June 30, 2004
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