05-10-2015, 04:18 PM
“He’s been like this for days now.”
The pair of angels looked over towards the pale silhouette they called Omni. He was on all fours, giggling. Across the floor were splayed dozens of images, each showing similar scenes. A hut in the desert sands. A booth in the frozen wastes. Even one right next to the Fountain of Infinity.
Omni’s hands were playing with the images the way a child might play with a new toy. He would reach out with one hand, grabbing an image from the floor and pulling it closer to him, knocking the other images aside. Then he’d contort it, bringing the image closer or further away before flicking it aside to play with another. Knowing nothing else about the childlike figure, one would be hard strapped to guess whether he was some kind of technical genius creating a new program or simply a mentally challenged child playing with bright colours that amused him.
“I don’t get what’s so interesting about a reality television show. It’s a game. Aren’t there more interesting things going on that might be capturing Omni’s attention?”
“Apparently not.”
“Heeheehee!” The gleeful shout pierced right through the angels’ conversation. Omni had turned to them, his fingers still twitching on the ghostlike marble floor. “Don’t you get it?”
The first angel stood with her arms crossed, a sullen look of exasperation visible beneath her eyeless golden visor. The other, a shorter male angel, took the bait. “Pray Omni, you’ll have to explain.”
Omni was only too happy to. He gestured with open hands and uncontained glee at the pictures, giggling. “Look! Look at what one of my primes did!” After another giggle he continued. “He’s making his own rules. Within the rules!”
Omni turned back the images and resumed playing with them. “Look at how far they’ve come. In only nine short years …”
The male angel’s facial expression dropped through surprise to complete shock. “Should you not, then … I don’t know, do something?! It’s one thing for them to make a silly reality show, but what if they bend the rules further? I know it’s impossible, and beg my pardon for even saying it, but what if they could find some loophole …” He took a moment to consider his words before continuing. “You wouldn’t be untouchable.”
Omni turned from his images, for just one brief second. He looked at the angel. His smile remained still.
“Wouldn’t that be … wonderful?”
The pair of angels looked over towards the pale silhouette they called Omni. He was on all fours, giggling. Across the floor were splayed dozens of images, each showing similar scenes. A hut in the desert sands. A booth in the frozen wastes. Even one right next to the Fountain of Infinity.
Omni’s hands were playing with the images the way a child might play with a new toy. He would reach out with one hand, grabbing an image from the floor and pulling it closer to him, knocking the other images aside. Then he’d contort it, bringing the image closer or further away before flicking it aside to play with another. Knowing nothing else about the childlike figure, one would be hard strapped to guess whether he was some kind of technical genius creating a new program or simply a mentally challenged child playing with bright colours that amused him.
“I don’t get what’s so interesting about a reality television show. It’s a game. Aren’t there more interesting things going on that might be capturing Omni’s attention?”
“Apparently not.”
“Heeheehee!” The gleeful shout pierced right through the angels’ conversation. Omni had turned to them, his fingers still twitching on the ghostlike marble floor. “Don’t you get it?”
The first angel stood with her arms crossed, a sullen look of exasperation visible beneath her eyeless golden visor. The other, a shorter male angel, took the bait. “Pray Omni, you’ll have to explain.”
Omni was only too happy to. He gestured with open hands and uncontained glee at the pictures, giggling. “Look! Look at what one of my primes did!” After another giggle he continued. “He’s making his own rules. Within the rules!”
Omni turned back the images and resumed playing with them. “Look at how far they’ve come. In only nine short years …”
The male angel’s facial expression dropped through surprise to complete shock. “Should you not, then … I don’t know, do something?! It’s one thing for them to make a silly reality show, but what if they bend the rules further? I know it’s impossible, and beg my pardon for even saying it, but what if they could find some loophole …” He took a moment to consider his words before continuing. “You wouldn’t be untouchable.”
Omni turned from his images, for just one brief second. He looked at the angel. His smile remained still.
“Wouldn’t that be … wonderful?”
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