She said
‘I been thinking . . .’
He said
‘Hokey Mokes
Here we go . . .’
She
‘I want to create some Universes
Saw some and they were beautiful . . .
So colorful and . . . and there were flowers’
He
‘You’re sure about this . . .
Quantum Chaotics involves Complex Math
It has Real and Imaginary parts . . .’
She steps to the threshold of Time
He follows trailing vapors of trepidation
She finds the Machines of Desire
‘Hoe does this work?’
He
‘I have no idea’
She
‘But you use it?’
He
‘I use it without understanding it’
She looks apprehensive
Pensive
Wistful
He relents and moves to the positions
Of activation
She says
‘But I want to understand the Machine
Before I use it’
He
‘Understanding interferes with the artistic flair . .
.’
She
‘How can you ever hope . . .’
He
‘You know Sam?’
She
‘He’s crazy . . .’
He
‘Yeah
He understands the Machine
That’s what made him crazy’
She
‘But doesn’t that make him a better creator?’
He
‘Have you seen any of the Universes he created?’
She
‘No not really . . .’
He
‘Exactly
He learned what its all about and it totally ruined
him’
She moves to the positions
Of activation
He
‘Let the image of this Universe you want
Float into your full mind’
She smiles
‘I’m gonna make it a Universe
Where there is no conflict’
He smiles
An indefinite time later
Her Universe in floating where they can see
And it is totally dead
She sighs
‘It just keeps doing that
It just keeps dying . . .’
He says
‘Told ya
Gotta have conflict . . .’
She
‘Oh sure
Just every bloody things killing
Eating
Digesting and crapping everything else . . .’
He
‘This is the alternative
Just dead stuff’
An indefinite time later
Her Universe in floating where they can see
And it is totally dead
She sighs
‘It just keeps doing that
I introduced conflict and
It just keeps dying . . .’
He says
‘Need Desire . . .’
She
‘Oh thanks for telling me . . .’
He
‘This is a better way for you to see . . .’
She
‘I hate it
This is so stupid!’
He
‘You give up?”
She
‘No!’
She tries again
And there was Light