She's too tired to think straight. It's as though she has become suddenly insensate, blind and deaf to everything around her; she keeps waiting for the single false move that will lead her into danger. Something is going to trip her up and she's going to end up somewhere she can't breathe, can't move, can't navigate around. She freezes.
- I understand, you know, someone says, close to her; I was there too.
- Leave me alone! she cries. It's not fair!
- Not logical, you mean, says her friend. Except it was, really. You just didn't control the logic. He did.
- I...
- Stay with me?
- Come with me.
They drift. Easier not to get tripped up when you're flying. Tell the universe you'll call it back, and take time to catch your breath. Or find some other way to become breathless.
The mathematics becomes complicated, and yet simple, infinite in its iterations. They are moebius strips, Klein spheres, Mandelbrot sets infinitely regressing into multidimensional ecstasy. Dream or thought experiment, it's hard to say what's going on. Not that it matters to either of them.
- So that's how it works, one says to the other in the near-darkness afterwards. I never knew.
- They do say that the proof of a good experiment is the ability to repeat it...
Their laughter fills the stars. Time is relative, and they have all night.
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Zoe/TARDIS
Date: 2009-01-31 12:02 am (UTC)- I understand, you know, someone says, close to her; I was there too.
- Leave me alone! she cries. It's not fair!
- Not logical, you mean, says her friend. Except it was, really. You just didn't control the logic. He did.
- I...
- Stay with me?
- Come with me.
They drift. Easier not to get tripped up when you're flying. Tell the universe you'll call it back, and take time to catch your breath. Or find some other way to become breathless.
The mathematics becomes complicated, and yet simple, infinite in its iterations. They are moebius strips, Klein spheres, Mandelbrot sets infinitely regressing into multidimensional ecstasy. Dream or thought experiment, it's hard to say what's going on. Not that it matters to either of them.
- So that's how it works, one says to the other in the near-darkness afterwards. I never knew.
- They do say that the proof of a good experiment is the ability to repeat it...
Their laughter fills the stars. Time is relative, and they have all night.