About The Laws of Space
The Laws of Space
Chapter Five Continues
On one of the steel catwalks of his automated farm he came across the tomato section and stopped. Some were ripe and ready to perform their function; others needed a little more time. “She won’t be pissed,” he said again, leaning almost close enough to touch his prized hydroponic delicacies. Suddenly the insecurity overwhelmed him. He even forgot to look at his palm. She is ready, isn’t she? Sure, I didn’t tell her about the announcement, but I thought it would be a surprise when she finished her month. Oh God, what if she hates it, hates the fact that I told the whole world without her being able to see it? Why do they ban Worldviews at the EFs anyway? Stupid. I need to change that. I think I have the power. How could she be mad? I have the power.
Finally the scales fell from his eyes. Clement Pope realized he’d been locked onto the fruit for some time, staring at fruit just short of fruition. Oh God, I think she’s going to be pissed.