This weeks Great Hites Prompt

This week for the Great Hites prompt, it was something about "Scientists discovered the reason for belly button lint", or words to that effect.

This is the first week that I wrote an entire story, though not very long, didn't like it, and wrote a different one.

They both follow, in that order:

Enquiring minds

"It's the higs boson," he said, not looking up from the newspaper article. "Now, where is the rest of hte artticle!" he sighed. "Oh, continued on page 26. Whu can't they just write an artyicle and complete it on the same page?"
"I don't know why you insist on readign the at stuff. It's all tripe, you know." She said , turning hte dial on the small black and white TV. "The really valuable infromation is in this box." She switched the long antentae on the back until it cracked and the picture appeared from the static.
"Soupy Sales for the block," the television blurted. 'Click, click', she turned the dial. "Can I get U.S. presidents for 400, Pat?" a womans voice asked.
"Here it is, page 26. There's no number on the page....You have to countfive pages of adds from page number 21. I can't believe it! These people don' have a clue!"
"No kidding, Bob. Look at the front of that rag! 'B1 bomber found on Mars'. These people haven't made it to Mars yet, they only go to the moon five years ago."
"Right, and 'Giant Cat Eats Chicago'. How can they even print this; Don't you think that the people of Chicago would notice that something was missing?" He shook his head and continued, "Well, in 40 years when they get the Large Heydron Collider running, they'll figure it out."
"What, the dark matter, anti matter inconsistency?"
"No, that it's the higs boson that holds things together on the sub-atomic level. Some clown here thinks that that there are tiiny hairs on the body that direct lint from other areas of the body, and causes it to accumulate in the bellly button. It is obviously a componat of quantum mechanics, that should be obvious, even if they haven't found the higs boson.
"Oh. Right. Well, anyway, we're running out of time. It's only six months until the next time ripple. If we can't get to Elvis and get him realdy to go, we'll be stuck in theis backward century for another 20 years."
He shrugged, "That wouldn't be so bad, we could learn to disco dance." Then he thought about what he had just said; "No," he said standing up, "lets get some bus tickets to Nashville and see if we can find 'The King'."



Scientists

Her long silver hair was held behind her head with a golden clip in the shape of a dragon fly; the craftsmanship so intricate and detailed that a person would want to approach slowly to get a close look at the golden creature before it startled and flew away.
She sat as still as a pearl white marble statue, bent over the microscope on the antique golden oak desk; her gossamer lab coat, an iridescent waterfall, cascading from her shoulders.
Her lab assistant stepped into the room; he was older than her, though not grey at all; his hair and eyebrows, jet black, in contrast to his milk white skin. "Jenesse," he interrupted, "I have the spectography reports." But she silenced him, slowly raising a single long index finger into the air and holding it immobile next to her petite, pointed, right ear.
She sat up from the microscope and took the report from her lab assistant, Farland. Glancing over it briefly, recognition and understanding clear on her beautiful and youthful face.
"You have identified the substance," it was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," Jenesse replied, "It's lint. Belly button lint. The human scientists believe that they have found the reason that it accumulates there; there are fine, task specific, hairs that direct the lint to the belly button."
Farland smile wryly, and said," Can you imagine having that much body hair?"
Jenesse nodded and replied, "Can you imagine having a belly button?"
They both turned to look at the bell jar on the desktop next to the microscope; the toxic wad of fuzz, inconspicuous and inert in the vacuum.
They shuddered.