The background command knocked — as though the wafloings had finally received their signal, and Alice’s thought had remembered its turn.
A shadow, slender and oddly familiar, slid forward from where the Rabbit had vanished.
“A patch — from the Rabbit?” Alice queried. “Or a bug, in disguise?”
“Oh dear — Bill! You’ve escaped the pool!” cried Alice, as the little figure stopped, fixing her with that unnervingly steady look.
“How were those one-meter Mouse’s tales you once clung to?” Her mouth brushed the wafloings — breathless but bright, as though speaking through a screen to her long-lost friend.
The steady look held its silence.
Was Bill performing a system scan — convinced that no bug could hide as long as the cursor kept blinking?
He stood upright, his tail anchoring him to the floor — miniature enough to maneuver neatly in the cramped space. He offered Alice a widening grin, bright as the cursor that refused to cease its blinking.
As ever, Bill said nothing.
Even a broader grin, by all available philosophy, would scarcely have improved the situation; his silence was the only thing that wasn’t blinking.
With a sudden wriggle, Bill scrambled up Alice’s arm and slipped sideways, clinging to her ribs.
The Steady Look Held Its Silence, Yet Told Not A Tale...
Coming up next--
Alice in Concerto
A Concerto?
One to be felt...
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
The Steady Look Held Its Silence, Yet Told Not A Tale...
Coming up next--
Alice in Concerto
A Concerto?
One to be felt...
A surreal chapter in Alice’s digital dreamscape.
4 comments:
It is important to scan for those bugs, they are good at hiding.
Take care, enjoy your day!
Oh my. What now?
Through the flickering screen, Alice spoke to her old friend, waiting—quite eagerly —for the Rat’s tales to bounce back, as if they might crawl out and curl beside her once more.
Yes, even as tiny as breathing itself, those bugs couldn’t hide beneath the Wonderlandish scan.
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