QUINN II

"Well thats unexpected."

The number displayed was 46 percent. it was neither good nor bad, but just there.

I had thought with my intellect that I would surpass that number but it seems not, maybe there's a different factor to reach a higher compatibility?

I put off that thought, and turn back to my table that held the experiment, removing the headset which initially I only wanted the suit for it, and now that I have it, I can move onto the next phase of my experiment.

"Testing." I say out loud subconsciously.

I swallow the saliva I had in my mouth, just thinking about the possibilities I could either find or rule out.

On the table held a machine I invented myself pouring three years on my life into, holding a motor that spun at a very high speed to produce alot of friction, to generate force and then speed, tangible speed, which added to a time magic spell, would incorporate itself and create a narrow pathway much like the one for the suit but more dangerous.