Dr. Gordon leaned against the thick glass watching his breath ghost on its skin and then disappear against the cool sigh of air conditioning. He stared out into the infinite black that was scattered with stars and the megalithic presence of the moon looming above. He furrowed his brow and hit the sleep button on the digital windows, the endless beauty of space shimmered out into a neutral curtain, the view did not import him.

Turning around Dr. Gordon took in the sight of his surroundings, it was deathly silent as the motors of the machines turned with mute precision building and processing, not even the neon's hummed.

Scattered around him on assorted desks and portals were his notebooks of work, three to four shimmering screens flicked mutely onto their silvery screensavers simultaneously. The rooms' decor included many natural mineral luxuries such as dark cherry wood panels that were as rare as hen's teeth and sweeping black marble floors that spanned out like a jet sea underfoot, mother of pearl streaks like skeletal hands frozen under black waters.

Over the hard black ground spread out like a sea of multicolored, thin, electrical snakes like ribbons threaded into haphazard braids and the thicker, gray crinkled skinned roots of the lifeline feeders that stemmed from the silver tree that they lifelined.

It shimmered and floated behind glass, silent and clear like strangled echo standing stated in the center of workplace chaos. Feathery like a wisp of smoke, it stayed regal as an Arch angel and glowed like a Cherub smile, assorted wires wrapped around the base and small green alert lights shone against the reflection casting an eerie pale emerald light.

Sliding past the potentially dangerous lines and feeders that he dared not sever, Dr. Gordon walked up to his treasure and stroked at the freezing ice skin that encased, his greatest achievement, his life work, his only love.

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