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The heat was indeed becoming unbearable. Fred felt like any moment he
would jump up and start dancing the rhumba, which frightened him,
since he had no idea what rhumba was. "Let's take the faster
route." he said. "I can't stand much more of this heat! Maybe this woman
knows a way to cure me, or at least who did this to me and why. But we'll
have to wait until Melissa's clothes are dry. And I don't even have a
weapon..." "I believe I have a solution to both problems." said Borgatron. "The Professor had a granddaughter of about the same height and body mass as Melissa, who kept some of her equipment at the lab." He left and returned with a stack of clothing, including shoes. "Here." he said, handing them to Melissa. "I believe you'll find them a lot comfier and durable than your 21st century clothing." "Thank you!" Melissa said. She climbed off the couch and went behind a large metallic shelf to change. "What about a weapon for me?" Fred asked, standing up. "Ah yes." said Borgatron. He rummaged about in a drawer and pulled out a tube-like stick made out of gray metal. He handed it to Fred. "How is this a weapon?" Fred asked, looking at it suspiciously. It was about the same length as a sword hilt. "Move that little safety switch to the left, and press that button." Fred did so, and nearly gasped as a sword-length of red energy leapt from the stick. "What is this?!" "That's called a Nova Beam Saber. They're usually much larger and installed on combat mecha. This is a modified personal version that the Professor developed. Be careful! Don't get the plasma near your skin." Fred took a few practice swings. The weapon was incredibly light and hummed and crackled as it swung through the air. Fred could see himself doing massive amounts of damage with this thing. "Cool!" said Melissa as she stepped out from behind the shelf. "A lightsaber! And a red one, like Darth had!" "Here, Nova Beam Saber." corrected Borgatron. Fred looked at her. Melissa's long brown hair spilled over the back of a light-gray blouse with short sleeves and diagonal blue stripes that complemented Melissa's blue eyes. She also wore flaring gray shorts, and little white shoes that, to Fred, were even more bizarre than her old ones. All in all the outfit seemed a little tomboyish to Fred's traditional sensibilities. "I look ridiculous, don't I?" she blushed. "Oh, it's fine." Fred said. "But don't you have anything warmer, Borgatron?" "Negative. Melissa will just have to walk close to you. You generate more than enough body heat to keep her warm even above ground." "Don't remind me." Fred groaned.
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