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A Small Circle Poorly Realized

“Technically it’s a Small Circle, not circum…”

She stood again. “Spare me the Geometry lesson, huh? V-CIM’s making no money off this and the goodwill accounting just isn’t there anymore. You’ve got your money for the three mechanicals. Spend it on the fourth if you like. You’re not getting more than you’ve got.”

Xander wanted to argue more, but he said thank-you and left Johanna’s office. In the hallway her secretary, Ron I think his name is, gave him a weak smile.

The truth was that it was his little adventure mission. In a hundred years of these mechanical soldiers standing guard over a jungle village, a swath of desert sand, a snowy mountain ridge, and now a Cypress swamp nothing had really been learned. He had less information that you’d get from a centerfold. He had height and mass. He had no idea what there turn-ons or worse turn-offs might be.

Gonna drop this here. Imagination is getting ahead of m writing. Right now.

176 words on day 551

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A Small Circle

http://nuthinbutmech.blogspot.com/2010/10/village-mech.html

God climbed the hill to our village. Then he stayed.

My grandfather taught me this.

Xander Farmer sketched out a circle in pencil on a sheet of paper—it was near perfect. “Johanna, look. Any…three…points,” he dotted pips along the circumference of that circle with each syllable, “can be used to define a circle. But that could be random. Easily. Now that we’ve discovered—uncovered really—a fourth mechanical it’s no longer random.” Farmer drew in the fourth pip and repeatedly circled the circle. “Can’t be.”

Xander suddenly called to mind the undergraduates he taught math to during his Masters. These were high school students who entered university under probation until they passed Xander’s class. Except Johanna Sherman-Meyer wasn’t dumb or one of his students. She was his ex—mostly ex.

Johanna stacked folders on top of folders and papers on top of those; she pulled open her desk’s top drawer then, not finding what she hunted, shut it again. “Listen, Xander. I can’t do this anymore. I agree with you. They are facinating historical objects and, as such, V-CIM is happy to continue to fund the research and preservation of the three we know about…”

Xander inhaled to speak. She shifted to her credenza and squated to open the cabinet door. She spoke into the furniture, “…four we know about, but we aren’t going to fund your little adventure mission to circumnavigate the globe looking for more.”

“Technically it’s a Small Circle, not circum…”

She stood again. “Spare me the Geometry lesson, huh? You’ve got your money for the three mechanicals. Spend it on the fourth if you like. You’re not getting more than you’ve got. V-CIM’s making no money off this and the goodwill accounting just isn’t there anymore.”

298 words on day 550