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Explosions were becoming as normal to Milo as breathing. She had gone through many pairs of goggles, gloves, tools, and shoes in the past few months than she would like to admit. But she was on to something. The inventions in her head weren't going to build themselves.
The mutant found herself more than concentrated on two wires. She had to connect them just right, or who know what would happen. So focused on her two wires, she didn't notice the twitching in her hands. In a mili-second, another explosion went off. It sent her flying backwards out of her chair. (She should have worn her goggles. Though for some reason she couldn't remember where she put them. )
Instead of crashing on the wood floor, she kept falling, and falling... And falling. Her chair wasn't that high of the ground, was it?
She opened her eyes to see not her room, but open sky, that explosion she just flew away from above her, and many many trees below her. Milo's heart raced as gravity pulled her down faster. She hated heights.

Trees branches brushed against her, leaf green blurs on all sides. She clung to the nearest object for her life. The inventor mutant was now firmly attached to a branch, in a forest, high above the ground, and not in her room.

She wasn't liking this very much.

MY GOODNESS THIS IS LARGE.
MY GLOBS I NEED TO FIX THINGS. AUGH. I'M TIRED OF LOOKING AT LEAVES.

ASDFGHJKJFDFGHJHGAFKAGDFJMJD

THERE.

Description
Explosions were becoming as normal to Milo as breathing. She had gone through many pairs of goggles, gloves, tools, and shoes in the past few months than she would like to admit. But she was on to something. The inventions in her head weren't going to build themselves.
The mutant found herself more than concentrated on two wires. She had to connect them just right, or who know what would happen. So focused on her two wires, she didn't notice the twitching in her hands. In a mili-second, another explosion went off. It sent her flying backwards out of her chair. (She should have worn her goggles. Though for some reason she couldn't remember where she put them. )
Instead of crashing on the wood floor, she kept falling, and falling... And falling. Her chair wasn't that high of the ground, was it?
She opened her eyes to see not her room, but open sky, that explosion she just flew away from above her, and many many trees below her. Milo's heart raced as gravity pulled her down faster. She hated heights.

Trees branches brushed against her, leaf green blurs on all sides. She clung to the nearest object for her life. The inventor mutant was now firmly attached to a branch, in a forest, high above the ground, and not in her room.

She wasn't liking this very much.

MY GOODNESS THIS IS LARGE.
MY GLOBS I NEED TO FIX THINGS. AUGH. I'M TIRED OF LOOKING AT LEAVES.

ASDFGHJKJFDFGHJHGAFKAGDFJMJD

THERE.