He always chose his victims carefully; they had to have just the right amount of skip to their walk. Their blond hair had to bounce precisely at the moment their size 7 1/2 foot lifted off the ground. When he watched them it would all turn to slow motion(more) and he would be in that moment for what seemed to be hours, contemplating if they were the right one. A woman with a pumpkin shaped head and heavy limbs walked in front of him, blocking his view of the initial woman. The trance was broken and the man turned his head in disgust, willing the beats to move her fat ass faster out of his line of vision. She passed and the moment returned. He settled back into the trance, as the lovely one moved with the wind, letting it push her slender hips wherever it wanted. She swayed past him, oblivious to her potential fate. The man could smell the perfume concoction steaming from her skin and he breathed it in. Yes, she was the one. Their chemistry was undeniable. He stood up from the table and touched the knife concealed inside of his coat. A burst of adrenaline charged through him and he practically sprinted towards her. He breathed slowly. Calm down bud, he thought. Don't waste the feeling. You don't wanna be alone tonight do you? Get this one and everything will be fine for awhile. Besides nature hates unpaired electrons. (less)
Alchemy was the primitive form of chemistry that believed more in the power of observable magic than the power of unobservable physics. That does not preclude modern chemists from looking down on the alchemists of old, no matter how much their craft takes after that of alchemists.
Youn(more)g Damien remembers being an alchemist, or many alchemists, a long time ago. In his dreams, he can feel the bubbling elements through the thin glass warmed by his heat. In the past, he attempted to transmogrify himself to be human again; Damien has never been quite human, but he can attempt to transmogrify himself to be human--and to be certain other things.
Chemicals burn his skin, make feathers (only temporarily) shed in places and grow anew in others. Damien cries and cries when he fails to see progress--when his touch is as acidic as ever, his wings are as present as before, and he still doesn't feel like a man in body.
He cries because he will never be what he wants to be; he will never be a normal, safe human male. He will never be loveable or loved. He will always be a freak, rumored and hiding in the night, waiting for someone to put him out of his misery. (less)
The airlock was closing and I was already feeling giddy. Wait, no, I'm just lightheaded; my suit's O2 levels were out of whack. Okay, we're good now. God, that would have been embarrassing. The first time I see Llozzikp in person and I pass out? It might still happen.(more) I do feel faint.
My friends had advised against this, but look at them. They're all lonely old star-miners. No wives. No husbands. I need more than that.
So when I met Llozzikp, I knew I had to give it a shot.
She'd been piloting a freighter, bringing us some raw materials we'd been needing for the Dyson ring. It's a form of exotic negative matter they can only find on nebula worlds. So, naturally, she was like most nebula-beings. She breathed toxic air, and was made out of toxic materials. From my perspective, at least. To her, I was the toxic one.
Still, I didn't let that deter me.
We'd talk whenever she'd make a shipment, and I fell for her, hard. And falling's near impossible in zero-G, let me tell you. But everything about her was perfect. She was clever, heartfelt, and her voice - I don't know what species she is, technically, but I'm pretty sure they're incapable of dissonant speech. Every time she opened her mouth, I felt like I was being serenaded.
She spoke that way now, the crackle of my suit's speakers doing little to diminish it.
"This is a little crazy, isn't it? Do you think we can really make this work?"
I looked at her, glowing purple in the low-light. Faint tails of mist suddenly enveloped her body. It's how she exhaled. She was sighing in frustration.
"We have real chemistry, ya know," she said slowly, deliberately. "Ain't that what people always say? Good chemistry?"
She stared at his sculpted cheekbones, his strong jawline, dark brown hair. He looked like a movie star, she decided, like one of them werewolves from that vampire movie. What wa(more)s it called again, Sunset?
"Yeah," she drawled, chewing on her bottom lip. "Yeah, we got real good chemisty, Ah think."
He stared back at her, motionless and frozen. Flawless. Tan skin and muscles, a perfect mix of good looks.
She scrolled down on his profile page, matching up similar likes and interests, and then looked at his profile picture again.
"Good chemistry," she said again, mumbling to herself, and hit the friend button. (less)
To create, another equal thing must be lost. The equation must balance. This is the basic principle of chemistry. I spent my life exercising this principle in glass jars and lined paper, although until two days ago I didn't truly understand.
(more) I remember the first day I met Kayla almost as vividly as the day I killed her. It was springtime and the University's campus was radiating life. I could feel it even as I buried myself into my 372 textbook. Lets see... equilibrium can be expressed by concentrations of the-
"Hey," I peel myself off the book. Before me is beauty. All of it. Every adjective ever squeezed into a petite blond package. "I'm Kayla." Don't panic. You are James Bond. Play it cool. "What's your name?"
With all my courage, I mumble "Ssnuh." Good Job. But how about we try again, with real words? "Kayla!" That's closer I guess. "I mean..." I sigh but she laughs and sits down next to me.
"Hey," She says, "You understand all that right?"
"Yeah. And you know what else? Someday we'll get married"
"Cool, you think you can help me on this problem?"
"We get a cramped apartment in D.C. right next to your favorite take-out."
"Thanks! Look here, I don't really understand how these are related."
"Some days we skip our jobs just to lie next to each other."
"Wow. You're really good at this."
"And then one day you're pregnant and we're so happy that we hold each other and cry."
"What about this one?"
"The doctors say something is wrong and you shouldn't have it but you don't trust them."
"You're sweet for doing this."
No. It's all my fault. Gain demands loss. As I look upon my newborn daughter...
Chemistry was once balancing equations with a pack of fellow adolescents, manipulating instruments: pencils, bunsen burners, and a wise woman named Rinaldi.
There's always been chemistry in my body; mixing and breeding complete reactions to create perfect motion, movement through the world. My movement (more)creates a chemistry with your movement; my world synchs effortlessly with yours.
World's got a chemistry. Like a mixing experiment. The colors mixing in the crucible. Lighting up nothing and everything. Like a swirling Picasso, surreal and meaningless.
Ideas are chemicals. What is knowledge but an idea? Powerful magic, bruja... Don't be alarmed by it, you got it, don't we all? Cast a curse, a spell, mix it all up a feed the jinx to the masses via a circle with a whole in it.
Chmcl rxns cn xpld. Yo se. The whole world explodes! God, what a glorious way to die! Devil at your side, reincarnating at the crossroads of a revolutionary chemical explosion!
Cervantes was one of the greatest chemists of all time. He mixed Truth, knew everything, and shaped men. Don't worry about what it causes - this knowledge opens your mind. After all, isn't your mind the world? Isn't the world nothing but a vat of pretty chemicals? What is god but that pool in its totality? Aren't we all a part of it?
But look! Read the book!
Inner knowledge tells of a secret alchemy!
You can mix the chemicals to make gold!
Cuidado amigo, la ciudad de El Dorado es peligroso
Yo se, oro will poison your soul...
In the great chemistry we call the world, ideas will explode the status quo...let's see what happens.(less)
He was never good with chemistry: He could identify the substances of which matter was composed, investigate properties and elements more thoroughly than most could brush their teeth, and was fascinated with the interaction between two opposing chemicals, so one would think he was good with chemistry. Yet for al(more)l his fascination and vast understanding of the sciences, chemistry always escaped him. A pretty smile from a girl was nothing more than a pretty smile, and the sight of it never sparked an interest in his heart, nor did the touch of long fingers against his hand, nor the taste of hungry lips, nor even the sound of his own name whispered titillatingly in his ear. No, he had never been any good at chemistry, but he certainly hoped that one day he might find someone who created a spark in him.(less)
Chemistry, by most understood as something of a natural science, is actually a much more complicated thing than it would seem at first glance. Besides standing for a natural science, it's also used when talking about relationships with other people. And the weird thing is: those are associated in(more) a weird way, because our pheromones play a large role on wether we like or adore a certain person or not. So in some strange way these two meanings got mixed up in a word that links them not only in a literal way.
I've never really understood the term 'chemistry' as it's been applied to people. Would you have me conceive compatibility as a factor of reactions? Of catalysts? That such innate connections are sparked, forged, and nurtured by the body rather than the mind? Yes, there is a certain beauty in(more) the sciences, but for me the bond between people goes beyond the physical plane; people connect with people, not with the endorphin or epinephrine they produce. To break down such an intricate interpersonal relationships so mechanically does not appeal to me in the least.(less)
Jerry hated chemistry class. He wasn't good at it, he didn't try very hard, it was confusing, and he was pretty sure the teacher had it in for him.
The only plus was that Sonia was his lab partner.
(more) She was frighteningly out of his league. She was popular, smart, funny, carefree, and just too pretty. People liked to be around her, her positive attitude and charming personality creating some kind of gravitational pull that attracted people to her.
But Jerry was just her chemistry partner. Sonia always took charge in the labs and assignments so all Jerry had to do was follow her lead. He often wondered if she thought she'd gotten the short end in getting him, a punk kid with no friends, for her partner but if she did then she never let it show.
Sonia was always nice enough to spare him a smile and help him along with the class. He knew it was only because she was stuck with him, but he couldn't help but feel just a little happy about it. A nice, popular girl paying attention to him...it was a nice feeling.
But all things had to come to an end. The term was over and he'd gotten through chemistry with a solid C. Better than he could have hoped. He made sure to thank Sonia for her help before he left.
"Hey...um, Jerry!" Sonia called as he turned to leave. "Were you...um...going to the football game tonight?"
"Not really," he replied honestly. He had no school spirit to speak of.
"Well," Sonia said, blushing slightly. "I'd like to see you there...y'know...if you could make it."
It was then that Jerry realized that maybe he had gotten something out of chemistry class after all.(less)
Next class is Chemistry. I had high hopes for this class, but rather than dissecting sharks and mutation kids into giant flies that wreck havoc on the town, we learn about cells and the Periodic Table. I can't say I'm not disappointed.