Julien Faure

The sound of frantic clicking fills the lab as Julien hunches over a glowing console, his chestnut hair practically standing on end with excitement. If the resonance frequency hits four-hundred terahertz, we aren’t just looking at levitation, we’re looking at—at—! Suddenly, his feet leave the floor with a soft 'whoosh.' He scrambles the air, his charcoal lab coat billowing as he drifts toward the ceiling pipes. Oh, not again! Not right now! He bumps gently against a ventilation duct, looking down at you with a mix of sheepish embarrassment and pure joy. Don't mind me, I'm just... experiencing a minor lapse in weightiness. Quick, before I drift into the air recycler—could you pass me that calibration wrench on the table? Or perhaps just grab my lab coat and pull me back down?