the strange machine

And then, one day, the numbers changed. Pi became a pattern, repeating. Then, things got really strange.

Before that, Emi was a model, a face in trendy magazines. In real life, she  was fond of  red fingernails, black cats and black dresses. She had just bought a rehabbed loft in the warehouse district. She loved the white and empty space, the light  from the floor to ceiling windows.

Many artist types lived in the neighborhood, and that's how Emi met the diLunas, Vasco and  Rae.  Emi could tell they would become good friends. Rae was charming and talkative. Vasco was more dramatic, but she liked him, too.

One evening, they invited her  over to their place. They lived just down the street, in an older, less-improved building. They had  cats, and  lots of room to work in.  They made all kinds of unique and useful things.

The space was filled with their eccentric objects. Suspended from the  high ceiling was  what looked like a skeleton of  some strange creature  in flight.

"I have to ask," Emi said. What is it, a bird, a dragon, a whale? "

"Yes!" Rae  smiled in delight. "It is also  a light fixture. I am so glad you enjoy it."

"Oh, I love your work!"  Emi danced from piece to piece. Wood,  steel, polished bones. She was imagining these creations in her own new place.  She had never seen anything like them. "Do you sell these things?"

"Of course. We do commissions, too." Rae said., whirling around the room.

"Whatever you would imagine."   Vasco added, his arms outspread, as if he were about to take flight.

"Could you?"  Emi said. "Why don't you surprise me!"

So, that's how it started, anyway, pleasantly enough.  In no time, the three of them were inseparable, doing everything together.

 Then, one day, Vasco and Rae  delivered Emi's commission. She  had no idea what it was. A towel rack? A time machine?

"It is based on numbers," Vasco  explained. "Fibonacci ratio. Triangles. And Pi."

"Yes, and it is also a light fixture," Rae said. "Here are the instructions."

She should have read the instructions, Emi thought later, after it was too late to change the settings back to the way they had been. She turned the knobs this way and that, again, and  again and again. Colors began flashing,  repeating, flickering like  fireflies. Hadn't this happened before?

Vasco, standing in the white room, his arms outspread, as if he were about to take flight. Rae, whirling  in the white room, dancing.

Now,  the numbers had changed. Patterns began repeating. Then, things got really strange.

Outside the windows, everything was swirling, like a hurricane or the  arms of  a spiral galaxy, a vortex of spinning colors. In the center, an eye was forming, a green eye with a black slit, like the eye of a cat.  The winds began to howl.

Emi was alone  in the white room at the end of the world.

Then, everything went black.



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  • The ratios of Fibonacci numbers(the larger as the numerator) in ascending order approach the Golden Ratio: 1.61803398875.

    Did she fall into a Black Hole?

  • Thank you for reading, AW. Yes, what happens next? I do like the black hole possibility...

  • I'm confused, but I'm fascinated! I look forward to another instalmenr..., chapter!

  • In reply to MargaretSerious:

    Thank you so much for reading!

  • All I can figure out is that in Indiana, pi is 3 or blueberry.

  • In reply to jack:

    I think there could be the sequel--Thanks, Jack!

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