Industrial Magic
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Ah, shit, Eve muttered somewhere beside me. Busted.
Okay, not heaven. Whew. Monotonous bliss was not what I had in mind for my eternity.
As the mist withdrew, it contracted, growing denser. For a split second, something like a face appeared in the mist. Then it stretched into a pale ribbon, twisting as it wended toward the roof and disappeared.
Damn Searchers, Eve muttered. Theres gotta be a way to outsmart them. Gotta be. She glanced over at me. Dont worry. Everything will be okay. Just keep quiet and let me do the talking.
The mist now completely gone, I looked around. What I saw was so overwhelming that, for a moment, I could only stare, uncomprehending. The room we were inno, it wasnt a room, there couldnt be a room this large. The bluish-white marble walls seemed to extend into infinity, the dark marble floor stretching to meet it like the earth reaching to the horizon. The vaulted white ceiling and huge pillars gave it the look of a Grecian temple, but the mosaics and paintings decorating the walls seemed to come from every culture imaginable. Each frieze portrayed a scene from life. Every part of life, every celebration, every tragedy, every mundane moment seemed to be pictured on those walls. As my gaze passed a bloody battle scene, a rearing horses front leg moved, infinitesimally. I blinked. The riders mouth opened, so slowly that the casual glance would miss it.
I was about to say something to Eve when the floor began to turn.
An audience has been granted, Eve muttered. About time.
The floor rotated until we were faced with an open space at least as inconceivably huge as the one on the other side. Across the expanse, vines hung from the ceiling, thousands, tens of thousands of them, suspended from every inch of space. The sight was so incongruous that I blinked and rubbed my thumb and forefinger over my eyes. When I looked again, I saw that they werent vines at all, but pieces of yarn, colored every shade in the rainbow, and all exactly the same length.
What the? I began.
Shhh, Eve hissed. Let me talk, remember?
It was then that I saw the woman. She stood on a dais, behind an old-fashioned spinning wheel. Neither young nor old, ugly nor beautiful, thin nor fat, short nor tall, she was a perfect average of everything female, a middle-aged matron with skin the color of honey and long graying dark hair.
Her head down, she pumped a length of yarn from the wheel until it looked the same length as those hanging all around her. Then in a transition so fast and seamless it seemed a trick of the eyes, the woman aged fifty years, becoming an elderly crone, back bent, long hair as coarse and gray as wire, the simple mauve dress now white with the palest hint of violet. Her sunken eyes gleamed, dark and quick, like a crows. One wizened hand lifted the lengthof yarn. The other, wrapped around a pair of black scissors, reached up and snipped it off. A manso pale he looked albinoappeared from the jungle of dangling yarn, took the newly cut piece, and disappeared back into the dark depths of wool.
I looked back at the crone, but in her place stood a child no more than five or six, so small she couldnt see over the spinning wheel. Like the others, she had long hair, but hers was gleaming golden brown, and her eyes were cornflower blue. Her dress was an equally vivid purple.
The girl threaded the wheel, standing on tiptoes to reach it. Once it was ready, she changed to the middle-aged woman, who began to spin the yarn.
Beside me, Eve sighed loudly. See? Even the Fates arent above petty sadism, making us sit here and stew.
The woman, now the old crone, pinned Eve with her sharp eyes. Petty? Never. Were enjoying a rare moment of peace, when we dont need to worry what youre up to.
She clipped the yarn. As the albino man retrieved it, the girl appeared. Before she could load the wheel, she stopped, her head cocked, a frown flitting across her pretty face. The albino appeared, holding a length of yarn in his hands. The girl nodded gravely, then morphed into the middle-aged woman, who took the yarn. She slid it through her fingers, then closed her eyes. A single tear squeezed out as her fingers slipped up the yarn nearly to the top. The woman became the crone, who looked at the tiny length of yarn pinched between her fingers.
So young, she murmured, and clipped it off.
She handed the tiny piece of yarn back to the albino, who took it and walked into a hallway to our left. The old woman turned into the girl.
So this is the problem we heard about, the girl said, her voice high and musical. And youre involved, Eve? Shocking.
Hey, I didnt
The girl smiled. Didnt do anything? Or didnt cause the original problem? Were well aware of your innocence in the latter, but wed beg to differ on the former. Exactly how many rules have you broken today, Eve? Im not sure I can count that high.
Sarcastic deities, Eve muttered. Just what every afterlife needs.
The girl changed into the woman. Well discuss your transgressions later, Eve. Right now Her voice softened as her gaze moved to me. We have a more distressing situation to contend with. Not that youre to blame, child, but we must fix this immediately. Well send you back, of course. Youll still remember your visit. We hate to tamper with memory, and we see no need for it in your case. A smile. Youre not the type to turn this experience into a best-selling memoir. Now, all we need
Okay, not heaven. Whew. Monotonous bliss was not what I had in mind for my eternity.
As the mist withdrew, it contracted, growing denser. For a split second, something like a face appeared in the mist. Then it stretched into a pale ribbon, twisting as it wended toward the roof and disappeared.
Damn Searchers, Eve muttered. Theres gotta be a way to outsmart them. Gotta be. She glanced over at me. Dont worry. Everything will be okay. Just keep quiet and let me do the talking.
The mist now completely gone, I looked around. What I saw was so overwhelming that, for a moment, I could only stare, uncomprehending. The room we were inno, it wasnt a room, there couldnt be a room this large. The bluish-white marble walls seemed to extend into infinity, the dark marble floor stretching to meet it like the earth reaching to the horizon. The vaulted white ceiling and huge pillars gave it the look of a Grecian temple, but the mosaics and paintings decorating the walls seemed to come from every culture imaginable. Each frieze portrayed a scene from life. Every part of life, every celebration, every tragedy, every mundane moment seemed to be pictured on those walls. As my gaze passed a bloody battle scene, a rearing horses front leg moved, infinitesimally. I blinked. The riders mouth opened, so slowly that the casual glance would miss it.
I was about to say something to Eve when the floor began to turn.
An audience has been granted, Eve muttered. About time.
The floor rotated until we were faced with an open space at least as inconceivably huge as the one on the other side. Across the expanse, vines hung from the ceiling, thousands, tens of thousands of them, suspended from every inch of space. The sight was so incongruous that I blinked and rubbed my thumb and forefinger over my eyes. When I looked again, I saw that they werent vines at all, but pieces of yarn, colored every shade in the rainbow, and all exactly the same length.
What the? I began.
Shhh, Eve hissed. Let me talk, remember?
It was then that I saw the woman. She stood on a dais, behind an old-fashioned spinning wheel. Neither young nor old, ugly nor beautiful, thin nor fat, short nor tall, she was a perfect average of everything female, a middle-aged matron with skin the color of honey and long graying dark hair.
Her head down, she pumped a length of yarn from the wheel until it looked the same length as those hanging all around her. Then in a transition so fast and seamless it seemed a trick of the eyes, the woman aged fifty years, becoming an elderly crone, back bent, long hair as coarse and gray as wire, the simple mauve dress now white with the palest hint of violet. Her sunken eyes gleamed, dark and quick, like a crows. One wizened hand lifted the lengthof yarn. The other, wrapped around a pair of black scissors, reached up and snipped it off. A manso pale he looked albinoappeared from the jungle of dangling yarn, took the newly cut piece, and disappeared back into the dark depths of wool.
I looked back at the crone, but in her place stood a child no more than five or six, so small she couldnt see over the spinning wheel. Like the others, she had long hair, but hers was gleaming golden brown, and her eyes were cornflower blue. Her dress was an equally vivid purple.
The girl threaded the wheel, standing on tiptoes to reach it. Once it was ready, she changed to the middle-aged woman, who began to spin the yarn.
Beside me, Eve sighed loudly. See? Even the Fates arent above petty sadism, making us sit here and stew.
The woman, now the old crone, pinned Eve with her sharp eyes. Petty? Never. Were enjoying a rare moment of peace, when we dont need to worry what youre up to.
She clipped the yarn. As the albino man retrieved it, the girl appeared. Before she could load the wheel, she stopped, her head cocked, a frown flitting across her pretty face. The albino appeared, holding a length of yarn in his hands. The girl nodded gravely, then morphed into the middle-aged woman, who took the yarn. She slid it through her fingers, then closed her eyes. A single tear squeezed out as her fingers slipped up the yarn nearly to the top. The woman became the crone, who looked at the tiny length of yarn pinched between her fingers.
So young, she murmured, and clipped it off.
She handed the tiny piece of yarn back to the albino, who took it and walked into a hallway to our left. The old woman turned into the girl.
So this is the problem we heard about, the girl said, her voice high and musical. And youre involved, Eve? Shocking.
Hey, I didnt
The girl smiled. Didnt do anything? Or didnt cause the original problem? Were well aware of your innocence in the latter, but wed beg to differ on the former. Exactly how many rules have you broken today, Eve? Im not sure I can count that high.
Sarcastic deities, Eve muttered. Just what every afterlife needs.
The girl changed into the woman. Well discuss your transgressions later, Eve. Right now Her voice softened as her gaze moved to me. We have a more distressing situation to contend with. Not that youre to blame, child, but we must fix this immediately. Well send you back, of course. Youll still remember your visit. We hate to tamper with memory, and we see no need for it in your case. A smile. Youre not the type to turn this experience into a best-selling memoir. Now, all we need
