Thursday, January 03, 2008
New Beginning 423
A dozen teens pointed to Austin as he jogged across the filed with his new prosthetic leg. Flesh-colored silicone muscles and cable-like tendons stretched over the hydraulic motors. Its movements mimicked his real leg.
"Hey Coach, your new foot kick a soccer ball?" Danny, a sixteen-year-old towhead with too-long legs and too-thin arms, flipped the ball up over his head with a fluid motion of his foot. Austin kicked the ball bending it around Danny and into the practice goal.
"Like that?" Austin put the artificial toe under another ball and flipped it up to his forehead, bouncing it at Danny.
"That leg don't limp like the old ones," Danny yelled again, his tenor voice carried over the field.
"New computers and motors. They beep and whirl, keep me awake at night."
"My girlfriend Cindy keeps me awake at night." Laughing, his teammates kicked the soccer balls spreading out across the practice field leaving Danny and Austin alone.
"Now, lad," Austin said, giving Danny a pointed look. "You know the rules about that sort of thing before a game."
"Sorry coach." Danny grinned from ear to ear. "Can't get anything past you, can I?"
"No, well, they sorted me head out same time as they did the leg. Thirty-two teraflops of nano-computer inside me noggin now. The full text of fifty encyclopaedia fully cross referenced in over a hundred gigabytes of random access memory."
Danny brought the ball to a halt and balanced his foot on top of it. "That's amazing coach."
"It is, Danny. But you know what, lad? Despite all this expensive technology, I . . . " His words faltered as a non-synthetic tear pricked the corner of his eye.
"Despite all of this, I . . . I still don't understand the bloody offside rule."
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: ril