Finally did the first Jackson and Sanchez scene. I have a feeling I'm going to revise a few times before I am happy with it. There's a hell of a lot happening in these last chapters of Part II.
I got a few hundred words down over breakfast. And second breakfast. Was glad I had a computer available for the next few (text is up to 30K now).
Glad because these are a few things I had to look up. Animal life (and tracks) at White Sands. Colors of various "warning, radiation" signs. The street address of the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant. The dates of the kitty litter incident at WIPP, and the safety officer exodus at LANL.
The correct term for the Air Force field uniform. Oh, that was fun. Turns out the same year as my story, they are phasing out one style and bringing in another. Only, not across the whole service at once. Some of them are still back in a third!
Air Force slang. The correct branch of the Air Force for my pair (not that they are telling Penny). Ranks addresses and saluting protocol (I may have saluted a lot, but I was never an officer). What is a HEMI (that was a thing ten years ago, as of this story. Oh, well. Penny has already stated she doesn't do cars. Or Chrysler trucks). The contents of an abo knapping kit, shapes of Clovis, Folsom, and Western Stemmed Tradition points. Burlington (Missouri) chert. Genetics of the Solutreans. Kulkulkan.
There was probably more but that's all I remember.
And, no, Spock is totally wrong here. Unless things really are different in the Star Trek universe...after all, didn't we already have the Eugenics Wars? Khaaaaaaaan!
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