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by BP | Score: 6100

Rana checked her numbers again. "I can't believe it."

Nathan stood behind her, his excited breath crashing into her ear. She could feel his excitement as he rocked back and forth,  his weight shifting from foot to foot as he struggled to stand still.

"It works. It fucking works!" Rana's world ceased to make sense. It felt open and full of color, yet the only person she could focus on was Nathan, his arms up over his head, mouth open in shock and unbridled excitement. He looked like a doofus. She wanted to tell him. To joke, to laugh, to fuck, to scream and cry. A combination  of those things came true. The world spun. Continued to not make much sense. She was hyper aware of the moment, of every movement and sound her body made. She had rarely known such focus. And yet her mind raced through a million possible futures. Questions she would be asked, things she had to do, people who needed to be contacted and in which order.

None of that mattered. Fuck, nothing would matter ever again. They had figured it out and the world would be better. The possibilities were limitless and when the reality of that hit her, Rana all but collapsed on the floor.

"Woah, woah." Nathan bending over, his goofy, handsome smile beaming down. "You alright."

Rama felt her head shake. She no longer had control over any parts of her body. "I don't know. Yes? Maybe?" She was giggling uncontrollably. "I don't know."

She tried standing up but her legs refused to cooperate. Or maybe it was her arms. Those damn things never did work right. That wasn't true. Of course they did. She didn't know what she was saying. Only that she was deliriously happy and her body felt like it had been hit with some combination of Novocain and cannabis.

"Why don't we," Nathan said, lowering himself onto the floor next to her, "just hangout here on the floor for a minute. Safer, no?"

Rama wanted to say something, anything, but her teeth refused to stop smiling and get out of the way so she nodded her head like a drunk puppy and kept laughing.

"Good. It's not a bad floor, really, when you get to know it."

"Oh yeah, great floor. They'll rip this floor up one day and pack it into a limo so they can parade it over to the Smithsonian."

"All because of you."

"What? No. Because of us. Everyone. I can't even..." Rama's hands were back on her head, holding it as it shook back and forth. Had her hands already been on her head? She didn't know. She could barely feel her body, let alone keep track of it. Her limbs had became a bunch of rowdy, drunken teens rebelling against her, telling her she would never understand what they were going through and they just needed space. Rama had no idea what she was talking about.

"It's alright. It's very exciting." Nathan pat her on the shoulder and smiled. "And you're right. So many people have contributed to this. It's just..." Nathan's head drew little ovals in the air, like someone had hit him on the head with a frying pan and he was watching little stars orbit around him. It was dawning on him too. Rama could see it. As her buzz waned, his had begun to pick up. The world had just changed and they were the first two to see it.

Algae as biofuel had long been one of the many crown jewel's of renewable energy research. Hell, of science in general. Tesla's dream of a wireless power grid. [Something else]. A source of clean, renewable energy that grew like weeds. All perceived gateways to a healthier Earth, economic equality, and a chance at a better tomorrow. And, finally, one of them had come true.

Cost. That had been the problem. Scientists had learned how to power vehicle with algae over thirty years ago. The problem had always been cost. Compared to fossil fuels, the price to produce enough algae made it economically unviable in the open market. Rama's research had changes that. The idea came from a paper published in the 20s. It all had to do with the water. As research into algae grew so too did disagreement with some claiming recycled water promoted growth, others that it hindered, and still others claimed it had no affect whatsoever. The paper posited that all could be correct. It all came down to what had been growing in the water prior to the algae. Reading it in her third year of school, it dawned on Rama: crop rotation. 14th century farmers found that growing on the same soil, year after year, reduced its fertility and so they began experimenting with multiple plots. One for active growing, one for recovering so it could be used the following year. Why not with water?

The pain had been in testing all the variables. Not simply what would promote growth, but what would promote enough growth to make it economically viable. Everything else was in place. The recycled water. The Algae. All they needed was the method. Now they had it and the possibilities were limitless.

"We should make our final recordings. After that we can head to bed and check them in the morning."

Rama waved her hand. "I don't need sleep."

"The floor would beg to differ."

"Stupid floor. I stood up for you."

"Promised it a spot in the Smithsonian and everything!"

They both broke back out into giggles, but Nathan had been right. They needed to finish recording their work. And there would be even more to do in the morning. A good night sleep would serve them well.

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Words Reach 50 words
Words Reach 100 words
Location A farm
Words Reach 200 words
Letter Use the letter R
Words Reach 300 words
Words Reach 400 words
Words Reach 500 words
Words Reach 600 words
Words Reach 700 words
Words Reach 800 words
Sentence "I don't need any sleep."
Words Reach 900 words

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