Renae was being led up a long, white hallway who's cleanliness matched the lab-coat that Roger wore. It appeared to be a kind of science lab; this she'd gathered from all the test tubes and blue-prints lying all over the place.
Eventually, she and Roger reached a large room that contained a space shuttle, and more people in lab coats bustling about. Roger led her to a tall, thin man with a long, sparse beard who looked to be in about his sixties, bent over a blue-print. Roger tugged on his lab-coat. " 'Ere Maygin, Oi've go' a new memba' fo' you. 'Dis 'ere is Renae. She's go' no loggin's."
The thin man turned his face to Renae and introduced himself properly. "Greetings m'dea'," he said. He had a sort of English/cockney accent, however his words were slightly drawn out. "Oi can safely say that it is a pleasure to 'ave you."
Renae looked around her. "I hope you don't mind me asking, sir, but what kind of work do you do here, and isn't 'Megan' a girl's name?"
"Not 'Megan', m'dear, but 'Maygin'. And the work we do here is for the one who wants to expand the vast potential of his mind! This is a place for the super-genius, the brainiac, and the nerd alike. We build machinery, transportation, and all sorts of things! We've even come up with a machine that I like to call 'The Horseless Carriage'. It'll be big someday, I can just feel it in me bones! Or, perhaps it's just my arthritis."
"I hope you'll excuse me," said Renae as she scratched her head. "I don't think I understand why you're doing all this.
Maygin chuckled, and Renae thought that she could vaguely hear music starting up. She learned that Maygin could sing too: "You see Renae . . . In this life, one thing counts! In your brain, large amounts. I'm afraid these don't grow on trees; you've got to build a rocket or two, you've got to build a rocket or two, boyyyyyyyys . . . . . You've got to build a rocket or two!"
Renae just stood there awkwardly. She did not have to endure this much longer, because all of a sudden, a dirty, red-headed boy grabbed her arms and shouted, "Tootles! Chloroform her!"
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