Chapter fifteen
"Sooo... Sing, you never did tell me what happened to Mr. Widdle," I asked.
I was back in my house, in my living room. My baby was sleeping soundly in a crib next to me.
"Ya... well that's a good question... I don't really know."
"What?"
"Well... see I was writing this bitchen spell... you know a real corker... I was almost done when I felt like lighting up a spliff... and welI, sorta forgot about it.. didn't finish it."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to be smoking dope all the time," I said angrily.
"Geez... sorry mom... anyway... it moves a person's consciousness to a different place... the place part... that's what I didn't finish... it did a few other minor things too."
"So he's alive... you just don't know where."
"Ya..."
"Is he on the earth?"
"I don't think he's like... um... in this universe."
"Hmm... I never did find out what Semiramis's connection to Imhotep was, I still think it was important. Why do you think she called you an abomination."
"Chick was crazy... that's why," Sing said nonchalantly, "What's your kids name by the way."
"Jennifer She who is like the stars at night Plotski-Smith."
I glanced around for a moment looking for Ammit, then I remembered I had left her at the City of Magic. It was her true home after all. She and her pups would be well looked after by the librarian and the students. They would be spoiled probably.
I wondered if Ammit's mysterious lover would return.
I felt my eyes narrow.
New Jersey Institute of Science two AM in the morning
Morgan snuck through the hallway keeping close to the wall. There was just enough light coming through the odd window to enable him to see.
He found the door he was looking for, he carefully turned the knob. It was locked, he pulled out a large crowbar from his backpack and a large flashlight.
The building was being renovated, he had gotten a tip that the power would be off on this night so the alarm system wouldn't work.
He shoved the crowbar between the door and the frame and then pulled. The door popped open.
"Geez... actually fell a bit guilty about that, spend ten years in the newspaper industry and still have a conscience... wow," he thought to himself.
He turned on the powerful flashlight and searched the office, he found the desk. He walked over to it and stuck the crowbar in to the top drawer and pried. I flew open.
"There are very few problems one can't solve with a good flashlight and a crowbar," he murmured.
He saw it, a red notebook, just lying there on top of the other various junk in the drawer.
His heart started racing, the notebook, Widdle's secret's. Many times he had tried to get a look at it, always being foiled. Widdle had guarded it like fort Knox.
He carefully opened it, he shone his flashlight on the first page. Someone had wrote a sentence diagonally in red ink on the blank page.
To my fiercest adversary, it read.
"Who would that be? Some other know it all nerd asshole probably," Morgan thought.
He flipped through the pages, they were full of incomprehensible equations and dense notes, all carefully printed and clearly legible.
Morgan studied one of the equations carefully, he didn't recognize any of the symbols which surprised him. He had spent years as a science writer and had looked at innumerable scientific papers full of mathematical gobbledygook.
The equations really didn't even look like equations, they looked like lines of... runes?
Morgan flipped to another page, someone had written a note in the margin in the same red ink as the cover page.
It read: Morgan, if you try to learn this stuff, don't do it near a populated area, you'll kill someone. Good luck.
Morgan's whole body jerked in surprise, then he grunted as the five pound flashlight dropped onto his foot.
Nowhere in particular
Blackness... except it wasn't black, it was nothing, truly nothing.
Widdle screamed, an eternity passed in an instant.
"What... who's there?" he asked in a moment of lucidity.
"No one no one no one no one..." His mind screamed back.
An infinity of eternities passed, he was mad, raving.
"How can something exist in nothing, why am I here?"
"WHO AM I!!!!!!!!!!"
He asked the question for another eternity.
"You are Brian Widdle," it was his voice, he was angry, fed up.
"But why am I here? In this nothing."
"It's not nothing... it's anything... can't you see that, a pointless existence of anything."
"But... things... don't make any sense."
"Where is that a requirement?"
"One plus one equals two."
"Ah... determinism an interesting idea. Prove it, I say it equals anything you want it too."
Another infinity of eternities passed not of madness but ideas... a universe of idea's.
Widdle was not Widdle anymore, but he was, he was Widdle without the rules, the boundaries.
"Am I god?"
"God is a stupid idea, god is something, a good idea is anything."
"Love is a good idea."
"What about irony?."
"Irony is dangerous... subversive... devious."
"So it's bad?"
Widdle thought for an eternity. Then he came to a decision.
A point of something appeared, it was so tiny as to be almost imperceptible. Then it grew in size, so fast it was almost infinite in a moment.
There was something, it was full of nothing for a brief moment or two, then immense ocean's of tiny wiggling strings appeared, filling it.
Frantic and alone at first, they started to bump into each other, twisting around each other forming knots, the knots formed chains, a tiny flash appeared, then another, then an inferno.
"Let there be light," Widdle thought to himself.
The End
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