Excerpt from Grimoire Anthology Vol. III: Clovis Bray
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My father hated maps. And do you know why I hate maps? He asked me, I didn't answer. Not immediately with father. Every question was vast, particularly those that looked simple and simple questions deserved as much insight and wisdom as could be brought to bear with that in mind. I said nothing. Why would father hate maps? One of his collaborators came into the office. Father didn't have employees or assistants. And for that matter, he didn't have heroes. Either every person living or lost was a collaborator and that included his Children. Clovis said the visitor father heard the woman but he was watching me. The woman was pretty and I was 16. So I looked at her smiling enough for the both of us and she threw an appreciative wink my way as she described test results from the last 5 billion runs of our A I initiative out on the Martian desert. My father and picked collaborators were building a housing, too cold for this universe and too swift to be real. And I was a 16 year old boy smiling at a pretty woman. My father thanked her for the update and she left just as I feared, he never looked away from me. I don't know why you hate maps. I admitted with father ignorance was never the worst crime. What was awful was pretending to have insight and wisdom where neither existed maps end he said, and I nodded, just a little maps insist on having borders and edges or the table falls away, which isn't the way the universe works. It doesn't know. I agreed. Then he asked me, so how does the universe work? I pretend to take my time considering various smart answers. But I end up using my first impulse effortlessly. I said, and he left, which wasn't uncommon for my father, but it was, it was heartening to hear. What else can you tell me? He asked the universe is infinite and probably in multiple ways. I said, then I listed a few examples, the census of stars, the many worlds principle in quantum mechanics and the endless measure of tiny realms hiding inside every grain of Martian sand. Father nodded, the smile died. Then he said something ominous. Although I didn't appreciate it at the time, the universe is someone's map. He said, is it? I muttered yes. Oh yes. And what we are doing here, we, we're reaching beyond the boundaries out into the unknown and we pull back new colors to put on this map that can never ever let itself be finished. I nodded, smiling like the good son, but I was 16 and my thoughts are mostly about the pretty woman who had winked at me.