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This is a small excerpt where Es goes from doubt to jealousy, and I'm not really sure if he should do feeling that way. It is almost as if he's going from one extreme to another. Just as I would.
What do you think, is it wrong? Should I distant the zoom point and watch the action from the omnipresent POV, or stick in the character mind.
“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Es asked from Jim, who was filling the modified deep-sea diver’s re-breather tank from Damien’s tank.
“Of course I’m sure it works,” Jim argued. “What do you think I am, a noob?”
He glanced Igor and saw in his face that he also was thinking the same thing, even though he’d helped uncle Jim to rebuild the instrument. As with everything Jim had built so far it was the doubt of the unknown that gnawed Es self-esteem. One day, if it was not today, Jim was going to fail again and end up hurting someone as he’d done with Marcellus bots. And this time if Damien was going to get hurt…
No. He didn’t want to think about it.
“Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure?”
Jim shot his hand in the air and said angrily, “Son. Of all the things I have done, modifying this gear has been the easiest thing I have done. It’s really simple. Really. And all I’ve done is that I’ve replaced the gas with liquid and beefed up the motor. It’s going to work. Trust me.”
“So, all we need to know now if the boy can walk.” Barrett looked questionably at Igor, who stretched his hands on the side, and shrugged his shoulders. It was all guess work, but one thing Es knew that the boy could walk in the virtual reality. Yet it was totally another feat to get his muscles working in the real world.
“And if he doesn’t?” Es asked.
“Then you two are going to carry him,” Barrett said. “Cos I bet Manson and I are going to have our hands full on keeping you guys safe.”
“Okay, there,” Jim closed the valve and removed the pipe. “Let’s see if the boy can walk, okay?”
Es backed away, while Manson and Barrett moved to the tank. This time the half-giant reached in and grabbed the boy under his arms, while Barrett readied the helmet and the re-breather. Then it all happened really quickly as Manson dropped Damien on the floor and held him up, while Barrett slipped the gear over boy’s head.
“There,” Jim said as they saw the mask filling with golden liquid. “I told you it was going to work, but did you trust me. No!” He moved next to Damien, adjusted few knobs and then crossed his arms. “If I wouldn’t say myself, I feel actually quite proud that it works so well.”
“Okay Manson,” Barrett said. “Let go of him.”
Manson nodded, slipped his hands off from under Damien’s arms and stood back as the boy stood on his two feet, with knees wobbling like just born calf. Jim moved next to him and took his hand on his own.
“Now boy, watch me,” the dwarf said as he put he lifted his feet and took a step. Damien nodded, but as soon as he lifted his wobbling feet, he lost his balance. Igor gasped. Barrett jumped into action but he was already too late as Jim had slipped his arm behind Damien’s back and kept him from falling down.
“First step is always the hardest,” Jim said fatherly.
Es felt a pinch of jealousy as he saw Uncle Jim taking the boy under his wing and ditching him on the second place. This hasn’t happened before. Not even in times when Jim had devoted more time to his machines then to him. Was he feeling this was because Damien was actually a living, breathing being rather than a dead cold machine?
Then he noticed that same feeling washing upon Igor, who also had crossed his arms and were now scowling at the smallest pair in the cramped submarine.
What do you think, is it wrong? Should I distant the zoom point and watch the action from the omnipresent POV, or stick in the character mind.
“Are you sure it’s going to work?” Es asked from Jim, who was filling the modified deep-sea diver’s re-breather tank from Damien’s tank.
“Of course I’m sure it works,” Jim argued. “What do you think I am, a noob?”
He glanced Igor and saw in his face that he also was thinking the same thing, even though he’d helped uncle Jim to rebuild the instrument. As with everything Jim had built so far it was the doubt of the unknown that gnawed Es self-esteem. One day, if it was not today, Jim was going to fail again and end up hurting someone as he’d done with Marcellus bots. And this time if Damien was going to get hurt…
No. He didn’t want to think about it.
“Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure?”
Jim shot his hand in the air and said angrily, “Son. Of all the things I have done, modifying this gear has been the easiest thing I have done. It’s really simple. Really. And all I’ve done is that I’ve replaced the gas with liquid and beefed up the motor. It’s going to work. Trust me.”
“So, all we need to know now if the boy can walk.” Barrett looked questionably at Igor, who stretched his hands on the side, and shrugged his shoulders. It was all guess work, but one thing Es knew that the boy could walk in the virtual reality. Yet it was totally another feat to get his muscles working in the real world.
“And if he doesn’t?” Es asked.
“Then you two are going to carry him,” Barrett said. “Cos I bet Manson and I are going to have our hands full on keeping you guys safe.”
“Okay, there,” Jim closed the valve and removed the pipe. “Let’s see if the boy can walk, okay?”
Es backed away, while Manson and Barrett moved to the tank. This time the half-giant reached in and grabbed the boy under his arms, while Barrett readied the helmet and the re-breather. Then it all happened really quickly as Manson dropped Damien on the floor and held him up, while Barrett slipped the gear over boy’s head.
“There,” Jim said as they saw the mask filling with golden liquid. “I told you it was going to work, but did you trust me. No!” He moved next to Damien, adjusted few knobs and then crossed his arms. “If I wouldn’t say myself, I feel actually quite proud that it works so well.”
“Okay Manson,” Barrett said. “Let go of him.”
Manson nodded, slipped his hands off from under Damien’s arms and stood back as the boy stood on his two feet, with knees wobbling like just born calf. Jim moved next to him and took his hand on his own.
“Now boy, watch me,” the dwarf said as he put he lifted his feet and took a step. Damien nodded, but as soon as he lifted his wobbling feet, he lost his balance. Igor gasped. Barrett jumped into action but he was already too late as Jim had slipped his arm behind Damien’s back and kept him from falling down.
“First step is always the hardest,” Jim said fatherly.
Es felt a pinch of jealousy as he saw Uncle Jim taking the boy under his wing and ditching him on the second place. This hasn’t happened before. Not even in times when Jim had devoted more time to his machines then to him. Was he feeling this was because Damien was actually a living, breathing being rather than a dead cold machine?
Then he noticed that same feeling washing upon Igor, who also had crossed his arms and were now scowling at the smallest pair in the cramped submarine.