A poem describing Cassandra's thoughts as she stares at the swinging pendulum during her wait for Cattrell to visit.
My Body Harmonic
Sound, it plays my body rhythmic --
Tones reveal my soul.
Vibrations weave
the song of life
that meters present
or future.
Oscillations in
my fourth harmonic
lead to joyous rhapsody.
And, fear
the dirge
a lifeless plunge
cured by null
but timpani.
If love is carried
over waves,
and should the people
gather close --
The music of
my lifetime, I hope
shall sing a song,
a soul.
Image Credit: Geralt
"The Girl and the Pendulum" is an 18-part future-noir science fiction story about a a private investigator's search for a missing android. How can a man who searches for missing women find lost artificial intelligence? I welcome feedback on this story about a man and his difficult case in a post-war, post collapse world.
Read the full story:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen
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