6 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.6 - First Harves (1/2)

Mike laid in the back of the Chevy, staring into the evening sky he was trying to figure out what to do when he runs out of fuel. He'd tried using a lighter back on Earth, and incandescent flames were just pitiful and didn't burn hot enough. He he wanted to dab after he runs out of fuel he had a few choices that came to mind.

Mike considered having a dab rig made, but nails and bubble domes were about as analog as it could get. Mike never liked handling nails, by the end of his personal experiences he had given away his E nail, Rig and even a lot of his old glassware. Dropping a Nectar collector was a horrible experience, Mike always got sentimentally attached to pipes.

One day he had an incident and was left with no choice but to go with a silicone nectar collector. Never again was he plagued with broken glass and it wouldn't need replacing.

”That's what I need, a permanent solution.”

Mike rushed to his glove-box and grabbed the pen. He noticed the spell for deconstruction was a method of separation, the chemical bonds of the resin heads and essential oils from inside the pedals would automatically return to a gel like state.

If he could get hold of oil, crude oil, he could separate the oils into gases a lot faster. That would make pump gas, and even Jet Fuel.

'If I had jet fuel, that would make....' The moment he started thinking about it he rejected it, he's still have a problem getting his pipe heated.

'Heated'

Mike had another thought that made even more sense than others... It was time he went back to the books and read some more about magic. he was the state alchemist of the Kingdom. They had already spent a lot getting the lab ready, Once the first plant was harvested and processed Mike would leave it up for production. It would use a few seed packs up, but he was sure that if they pollinated an entire plant, the amount of seeds would be enormous.

It was approaching time for the first harvest. Mike was really looking forward to it, the buds had grown to the size of soda cans on the lower branches. The cattails at the top were easily a few ounces each. The crown of the plant by the Magistrate Office, was the Main Cola that stood almost 20 inches tall and almost as thick as an arm.

Mike had harvested large plants before, but they usually required supports and frequent bug control. The environment in the City was Idea for growing, it was almost pest free.

While Mike was loafing about near the magistrate he took the liberty and snagged the entire shelf of the magic books. He left a note where to find them if anyone complained stating that he would return them when he was done looking them over.

The entire wall of his office had a filing system and one by one Mike went through the books. He wanted to find a spell for either ignition, electrical spark, or even one to simply heat things up. After a while Mike came across a book on fire magic. It allowed someone to spend their energy and use the air around us to change the temperature at the end of their fingertips.

It wasn't fire magic per se, but it was a way that could work for him if all else failed. Mike sank into the book and read the passages over and over trying to commit them to memory. The images of how to express temperature change through his fingers was manifesting into his mind when a knock came on the table next to him.

The Girls had noticed that Mike was busy all the time, he had been working non-stop for the past 9 weeks or so. It was giving them a headache, the girls ended up making sweets and instead of butter they added the extract. The ratios were way off and the pungent smell of hot cannabis oil was all over the crispy looking cookies.

Mike had given them a basic recipe for cookies, sugar apparently existed in great supply in the new world as well. Biting into the cookie he could see all five of their tails wagging intently. They all seemed to really enjoy the smell of the extract, it brought them all to a calm point.

Not knowing whether he should offer them a treat, or just pass the cookies back to them Mike just gave up and asked if they wanted one.

The girls quickly ran up to Mike for some attention, the whole two months they had listened to what he had said when they first met. All five of them had been trading books with each other until they all read them. In total, they had read more than Mike on the subject of alchemy by many times and it reflected in their attitudes.

Mike wasn't finding it easy to memorize the recipes in the alchemy manuals, he was however enjoying the hell out of working through the magic section. There he found a few more gems that really sparked his interest. Conversion Magic and Centrifugal force.

The Prince was interested in a long burning oil for ground wars, if they soaked fields with it, it would be a devastating siege tactic. Giving the go-ahead to have a well drawn near a sandy area surrounded by flaky rocks, Mike sent drilling teams out to look for oil. He wasn't expecting immediate results, but he thought that he had a source for gas.

It was harvest time and plants were so ripe that the resin heads almost looked amber. Mike called the girls out from their studies and closed his own book. Mike had been preparing for the past week to cut the plant down, but waited until just the right moment. The stalk of the plant was 5 inches thick.

Mike grabbed a machete, Cast a clean sheet across the ground to keep it from falling onto dirt and started to chop at the stem.

He was really enjoying the feeling of having it in his hands and chopping down the plant. It was normal to cut the plant into smaller pieces with tiny nubs to use like clothes hangers, but he was going to extract the plant right then and there.

Mike had the girls transport the tree to the lab and he hung it from the ceiling. The plant was rather tall, it nearly touched the floor.

Mike started expressing a cold attribute at his fingertips and soon a layer of frost came across his hands. He could feel the surrounding temperature in the room dropping considerably. The girls were all enjoying it greatly, It felt like outside, inside... until it didn't.

”Boss, its getting cold.” Mona heard the pleas of the others and seconded the notion.

”Mike, what's the temperature you need the flowers to be at?”

Mona was shivering.

”I'd like it to get to crystallize, that will help retain flavor, I think.”

Mike felt his fingers go numb, It wasn't a problem until just then.

”I think this is it.”