Thursday, August 30, 2012
Cy dried herself off, the hue of her freshly washed red skin fully saturated now, and stepped out onto the balcony of the 23rd floor of the leaning, deserted apartment building. She looked out across the ruined cityscape, immodestly stretching out her full form, from the tips of her wings down to the soles of her feet as the fresh morning sun fell upon her through the orange haze. She yawned, and tossed the towel back into the apartment, landing it just inside the bathroom.

As she stood, brushing the tangles out of her hair, she pondered the nature of the city’s destruction. It was all oranges and pinks and browns. Warm colors. She could close her eyes and see it in the cool colors it once was. Bright green, perfectly trimmed grass. Gray concrete and steel buildings with huge glass windows reflecting the blue hues of the sky. 90 degree angles, the buildings standing erect and perfect, monuments to the productivity of it’s citizens. But there were no citizens now. Everyone was gone. There was no evidence of an explosion or war. No evidence of an evacuation. It was as if all the people had just vanished one day, and all the buildings decided to lean over and break apart. But why?

She finished brushing her hair and took great care to pull it up into perfectly symmetrical twin topknots, tight enough to stay that way indefinitely locked in place by the hair ties she had found in the drug cabinet, and then she took to the skies looking for something, anything, that could explain how this had happened.

It didn’t take her long to find it. In the center of the city, hidden behind massive piles of rubble, was what she only knew to describe as a massive black hole. Of course, she knew this couldn’t be the case. One cannot simply live down the street from a black hole without being turned into the material equivalent of a zip file, but there it was. A massive black singularity of sorts, sucking in everything around it in extreme slow motion. The streets and buildings were being pulled into it at the rate of very impatient tectonic plates. One smaller building was actually slumped over nearby it, bending itself impossibly towards and into the mouth of this massive black void.

As sad as it was, and as frightening as it was, she couldn’t help but marvel at how really and truly awesome it was. It was a breathtaking sight, like a volcano or an earthquake or a hurricane. She couldn’t help but admire it. But she dared not stay for too long watching it, for fear that her front end might have become disproportionately smaller than her back end. And so she left in search of an explanation of this truly awesome, if devastating and markedly evil phenomenon.
Posted by Ian Bowen at 8/30/2012 10:58:00 AM ::


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