Eternal Density wrote:Scene: it's a little past 7.5 nopix after noon, Wednesdip (i.e. shortly before writing this).
ED is at work in his office. All the other employees have left. Except...
*CEO sticks head in door*
CEO: "Well it's just you left"
CEO: "I hope you're not still working. You'd better be doing something like computer games."
ED: "Yes actually. Well, I'm programming a game..."
*CEO gets interested*
A man is sitting in a gray armchair. A dozen children are sitting on the floor, in front of him, making a semicircle.
The man closes the book on his hands and puts it in the armchair's side pocket. He crosses his arms and leans forward.
― And this, my little friends, is how Sandcastle Builder was sold. This was the beginning of what allowed us OTTers to part ways with the rest of the world and come to have our own place.
A loud thumb is heard. They all know what it means. But they're almost done; there's no reason to hurry.
― Tomorrow I will tell you the story of the painting behind me. Who's in?
All the children raise their hands. Both of them.
― Very well then. I see you tomorrow. Be good people in the meantime!
With this, the crowd slowly disperses, as the children go back to their parents. The man turns the chair to admire the referred painting. A little girl stops beside him, also looking up forward.
― She was a very important person, wasn't she?
― She is
a very important person. We just don't see her as much as we used to. I guess that's the toll of living for so much of Time.
The girl looks directly at him.
― But you have lived very long too, haven't you?
He's still looking at the painting, but his expression has changed. His voice is now soft but grave, almost melancholic.
― In a way, my dear, but… in a different way.
The child's parent call her, and she runs to them. Mid way through, she stops and turns back.
― See you tomorrow, Mr. Silva!
It doesn't take long until that part of the library becomes devoid of life. Except for the man in the armchair.
Whose hologram, slowly but surely, fades away.