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Trex World, part 19

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Rumblings from beneath the world. “Beneath the world, what did that mean?” There was the Floor. There was ductwork. There were the tubes, the pneumatic shuttles that he could no longer afford to take. And beneath that? The firmament, which was what the City was grown from.

“Momma! Momma!” shouted a very young Paul, fresh from trex happy fun-time lessons.

“Yes, my son?” She was radiant in her evening gown, the color of emeralds and sapphires blending together, dancing together and exchanging places. All of this counter-pointed her olive skin and dark eyes. She and Papa were going out for the evening. Susan Sitter would be ringing up shortly to play games and watch over Paul while they were gone.

“What is beyond the city?” He asked, in a hurried attempt to keep his parents from leaving. Papa was still mucking about in the bathroom so Momma received the questioning onslaught.

“That question has no meaning, son-my-son.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It is OK, here, let me show you.” She took her trex and jetted out a fat yellow party ribbon. She gave it a twist and then used her trex to seal the two edges together into an odd sort of loop. “Now, let me trex out one of your markers,” and she did so, a nice fat red one. “Now, Paul, take your marker and draw a line on one side and see where it ends up.”

Paul did so, taking a moment to wiggle his nose at the scent the marker left on the ribbon. He very carefully picked a side and started drawing a line, taking extra time on the portion of the loop that was curled tight against its self. He wasn’t expecting much, but then was delighted; eyes wide and jaw slack, to find his line came back upon itself!

“How did it do that?” He asked his mother in grand surprise.

“That, son my son, is an infinity strip,” she replied, laughing and tussling his hair.

“In-fin-tee?”

In-fin-i-ty, yes.”

“What does that mean?”

“Something that goes on and on with out end.”

“And the City is like this?”

“That’s right.”

“But, momma, why don’t people run into themselves?”

She laughed. “To answer that I’ll have to show you something else.” And she trexed out a small pale blue sack, all wrinkled like a raisin, one side of the sack was very fat, the other had a tube, like a throat with a small hole in it. “Welcome to the world, Paul,” she laughed and placed her lips to the small bag’s hole and filled her lungs and blew into the sack. Paul was filled with delight as the sack changed from raisin to grapefruit before his very eyes. “I based this on your father’s study of the bladder from one of his online lectures. I call it my Ever Expanding Envelope. Fun, isn’t it?”

“Yes, momma very much so.”

“Now, take your marker, Paul and place it on the envelope’s skin, yes, just like so. Now, I’m going to blow it up some more and you try to make a circle, ok?”

“Ok.” Paul started drawing and his mother blew into the envelope and Paul found that he couldn’t draw fast enough to make the circle, the envelope just kept getting bigger and then pop! it was gone with a bang and he was laughing hysterically and so was his momma. Papa came in and asked in mock sternness what the devil was going on here and Mother and Son laughed some more.

“But, momma why is that?”

“Oh, that’s enough questions for tonight. See? Sally Sitter is waving to you.”

And Paul, pumping his little arms up and down in the air and yelling “SALLY! SALLY!” forgot about his questions.

Mother, mother, older Paul thought now, lying on a couch that wasn’t connected with his world, Where did the time go? You didn’t know, did you, why the world was the way it was. Too much to do. You desperately wanted to know how the world worked, but never had the opportunity to find out. Too much to do. Always too much to do. Then your retirement year came and went and you left us a madwoman.

Two days before they were due for entry into the retirement home, his father had trexed a message to him. “You don’t have to worry any more,” the message started, text only. “She’s dead.”

Rumblings from beneath the world. Gads, this place is alive. It grew with humanity. It’s alive but it’s different. It is mystery. And it was knowing this that had set his mother over the edge. And he had been too busy to truly notice until it was too late.

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That's a great scene with

That's a great scene with Paul's mother. And his memories of her are sadly touching.

That text message from his father is quite a punch in the gut too.

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Oh look! Treetek!

Treetek mark one, anyway:

http://www.physorg.com/news96732819.html