When Victor emerges from the bathroom, Cameron is glad to see he’s alright; she has been trying to think of all the possible things that could go wrong, things that Victor could be worried about. Tripping, slipping on the tiles.... Admittedly, she hadn’t managed to come up with many.
125 pounds... At this, Cameron does a few quick calculations in her head, gauging what width and breadth of wing-size that will be needed. Then, considering something, she asks: “Do you have a design in mind? One that we could apply the size and strength of the wings to?” she gestures to Victor’s book,
“Each butterfly’s wings give that insect different strengths and weaknesses. It depends on what you want to do, fly fast, or more gently, or be able to climb up high in the sky?” Cameron’s gaze turns questioning, “What do you imagine you want it to be like?”
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125 pounds... At this, Cameron does a few quick calculations in her head, gauging what width and breadth of wing-size that will be needed. Then, considering something, she asks: “Do you have a design in mind? One that we could apply the size and strength of the wings to?” she gestures to Victor’s book,
“Each butterfly’s wings give that insect different strengths and weaknesses. It depends on what you want to do, fly fast, or more gently, or be able to climb up high in the sky?” Cameron’s gaze turns questioning, “What do you imagine you want it to be like?”