Marty Graham 9:30 a.m., Feb. 28
- Community Blog
- Time Machine
In Buenos Aires, Argentina, present day, young Kenworth Clifton was playing soccer with some Argentines. 'Watch out for the hips' thought Kenworth to himself, as he played in the mid field. His game was going out of sight playing in Argentina, and if he hadn't yet scored a goal, he'd established respect. His girlfriend, Amy, had gone back to San Diego, and when the Soccer Mom got back from wherever she was in the Middle East, he'd be going back, too. As things were going, he was going to play college soccer. Hell, the young genius from East San Diego might even earn himself a spot on the national team. He was learning so much in the mid field, and running his ass off to boot.
The game ended, and the sweaty kids gathered on the side line.
"Kenwort." said a guy on the sidelines.
"I speak a little English." said a skinny teenager in a black concert t-shirt.
"Peepo sayin you a scientis. Its true?"
"I don't have any seminal papers published, but I do experiments." replied Kenny, wiping his wet, sandy blonde bangs from his forehead, and looking the other guy in his eyes.
"I experiment on water. I test water samples, and- so forth. I'm an environmentalist." replied Kenny.
"Trabajo por medio ambiente."
The skinny Argentino Junior's eyes widened, and he nodded. He said
"Buenos Aires hacker want to meet you. Hes good."
"I mean I don't know, I'd have to ask Tino." replied Kenny. Hackers were lightening rods, Kenny knew that much.
"Its okay, we already ask the buzo. He want you have fun, stimulate your thinking, don't get behind in school. What you think?"
Kenny grinned. He could tell this kid was smart, real smart.
"Yeah, I'm down. I'd be honored." said Kenny, smiling. He was already thinking about reworking some spectral analysis tweaks on water imagery. This could only be a good thing, and he would run it by Tino to make sure.
little did the juniors know what would become of their get together. Neither did Argentine buzo (scuba diver) Tino Escudero.