The architect sat alone in a small dark square room. A single bulb hung down from his ceiling by a long wire, stopping a few inches just above his head. He sat on a wooden chair and his hands rested on a table in front of him. On the walls around him stood four tables and four shelves which hung from the stone walls. Books were unevenly placed inside the shelves, some stood, some slept and most books popped out unevenly. The books overflowed the shelves and piled onto the tables. They slept on top of each other and formed towering buildings which seemed unstable and would collapse if the table was shaken even in the slightest manner. This was because the books had failed to be neatly arranged, their edges haphazardly popped out and if one had to look straight from above (at 90 degrees) the book pile would like an asterisk of some sort, with no organised edges.
The architect was a thin frail man and his eye stared ahead. Set on the table, in front of him was a being... no a mechanical device. You could make out the mechanics – the tiny nuts, the tiny chains, the tiny wheels. And they were all golden, or perhaps it was bronze, but all could agree that it was some shade of yellow. Across its face, you could see the curves and groves of the metal. All of it was in the same colour, except for the eyes which gleamed of black glass with an outlay of white; perhaps it was not a glass, but a gem.
You may ask why such confusion of the materials? This writer will tell you. The architect is an architect, he is not a miner, he is moulder, but here he lay with one of the rarest material in this universe, and he has made them into something. These materials are rare because they have never existed before, but like a magician, the architect pulled out the materials he needed and built this metallic being. Never before these materials existed and now in this small, square room was the only place that they did existed.
The mechanical device had a pleasant circular face. It has a square solid shoulder with an arm and fingers extending out for the right shoulder, while the left shoulder stretched into a two inch stump. The mechanical device had a full torso with a smooth chest which lacked nipples and tapered down past an empty crotch which was smooth with a gilded bronze-like-metal and the device finished off with two inches of stumps for legs. Any being would be mesmerised with the blue glass eyes of the mechanical being, but the architect was not.
He was has almost finished constructing this being... no, this mechanical device, but a problem had presented itself.
The architect was a thin frail man and his eye stared ahead. Set on the table, in front of him was a being... no a mechanical device. You could make out the mechanics – the tiny nuts, the tiny chains, the tiny wheels. And they were all golden, or perhaps it was bronze, but all could agree that it was some shade of yellow. Across its face, you could see the curves and groves of the metal. All of it was in the same colour, except for the eyes which gleamed of black glass with an outlay of white; perhaps it was not a glass, but a gem.
You may ask why such confusion of the materials? This writer will tell you. The architect is an architect, he is not a miner, he is moulder, but here he lay with one of the rarest material in this universe, and he has made them into something. These materials are rare because they have never existed before, but like a magician, the architect pulled out the materials he needed and built this metallic being. Never before these materials existed and now in this small, square room was the only place that they did existed.
The mechanical device had a pleasant circular face. It has a square solid shoulder with an arm and fingers extending out for the right shoulder, while the left shoulder stretched into a two inch stump. The mechanical device had a full torso with a smooth chest which lacked nipples and tapered down past an empty crotch which was smooth with a gilded bronze-like-metal and the device finished off with two inches of stumps for legs. Any being would be mesmerised with the blue glass eyes of the mechanical being, but the architect was not.
He was has almost finished constructing this being... no, this mechanical device, but a problem had presented itself.
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