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Intuition is dreaming.
For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through ( Read more... )
Intuition is dreaming.
For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through ( Read more... )
When Long dreams, he doesn't appear as he is in life, bound in some ridiculously frail, stupid human body. Long curls around the labyrinth as he is truly, one great and glowing serpentine dragon, bright blue but glittering with silvers, greens and violets. The walls of the maze aren't obstacles for him: He slides through them as if they were water.
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For some reason, however, she doesn't feel comfortable appearing as herself here. Instead, she finds herself hovering gently in the body of a simple hummingbird, green and red and blue and gold.
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Long knows every part of this dream, and he can smell something that isn't meant to be there. The dragon curls around until its face is level with the hummingbird.
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That's not at issue. It's his dream, his space. She is, perhaps, less welcome here than she would be in the dream of a human, but she is still Intuition, and therefore a part of every dream whether she appears there or not.
Why don't you like me?
He didn't answer when he was awake. Perhaps he'll speak more clearly now, in this unreal realm. The hummingbird (whose blurred, bright wings are shrouded for a moment in rainbows) doesn't know. She waits patiently for an answer, or the lack of one.
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Another form seems to melt out of the air behind the hummingbird. The human would be an exact match for Shay, were his face not set into cold, grim lines and his eyes weren't vividly blue.
"All the calculations," Icily. "Are useless. You make them wrong." Above them, the dragon lets out an angry roar.
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The hummingbird turns to face Long's human avatar, settling onto a perch of empty air.
It is the nature of the universe to be occasionally inexplicable. It is the nature of Intuition to account for that, if necessary. You need not greet me with such antagonism. I am a part of you, however infinitesmal.
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"Inexplicable events are rare. They are merely minor inconveniences," Long replies, lightly. "You are constantly inexplicable."
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Intuition finds that hummingbirds are regrettably incapable of shrugs, and changes forms to accomodate her sudden need for such a gesture.
"To understand me, you need only accept me."
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It is something to consider: But for now, human and dragon speak simultaneously: "GET OUT."
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"My presence here is not a thing of intention, but of circumstance. I can no more leave than you."
That isn't the whole story, of course. In a vaguely explanatory fashion, Intuition's body fades out into a twinkle of rainbows.
I can, however, make myself more subtle. If you prefer.
The faint not-voice comes from no particular direction. Inty is, after all, a landscape as well as a person. If being the latter provokes unpleasantness, perhaps the former aspect will be less intrusive.
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"You are still here."
"IT IS UNNERVING."
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The tone of the communication indicates that Long is not thusly constrained.
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To Intuition, anything with a mind is young.
But I find myself fond of this landscape. It reminds me of home.
Yes. After all, these multidimensional connections actually approach the complexity of overlays and path-shadows that peppered Intuition's city. Few human dreams accomplish such a feat.
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As she speaks, a sparkle of rainbows forms in part of the labyrinth - subtly at first, but gaining shape and definition as Intuition explains.
An infinite plane with air above and earth beneath, and in the centre, a city.
The blossom of light gently resolves - not into a physical representation, no, but a dense mathematical description of the forms and interconnections that shape a vast, sprawling, empty metropolis.
The pathways, however, are the similarity.
A tiny explosion of light and colour, as the math of it shows him - how this door approached from this angle would transport the traveler to this place, but from another angle, or unlocked in a different manner, would send them somewhere entirely else. How the quickest way to get to the third floor of the main library from the first floor of the art gallery beside it was to take a quick detour through a section of the observatory halfway across town. And the equations that describe this relation shift and change, a constantly evolving pattern that never quite stays ( ... )
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