... of the wave-particle converter, Nikolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky?
Where are their heads?Leela
paused in front of the Fossitron and eyed it curiously. You and
Zapp were sitting in this machine when I came in, she recalled.
What is it, some sort of hair care device? Obviously not, since
Zapps hair looked awful.Foss
ran his hand along the still-warm side of the large device. It
would be as easy to show you as to tell you. Care to have a seat?Leela
gave the question a moments thought. Hmma big computerized
thingie with two helmets and lots of wires attachedlooks harmless
me a second, she said. Twisting and removing her hairband, she
allowed her purple tresses to cascade freely about her shoulders. Im not totally sure about this, she thought as she stepped
toward the upholstered seat, but I do need to win their confidence
if my plan is to work.In
moments she and Foss were seated within the unit, their backs braced
against the cold steel. Foss flicked a switch, and the wiry helmets
descended, one enclosing his head, the other fitting Leelas quite
comfortably. This is just like a visit to the beauty salon,
she mused. And they say pirates have it tough.Almost
instantly, the dome-shaped laboratory faded from her vie...