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Bach Street Prelude: Vanessa Mae

Atlantis Complete

This one clatters hard against every sensor she has, new words pouring faster than she has means of classifying them, manual-input in database additions. ‘Moron’ and ‘imbecile’ and ‘towering stupidity’ join old-familiar ‘love’ and ‘gratitude’ and bend them into new shapes inside her.

He has fragile-new connection, understood better and used more than any; before that, by proxy, his work carried out by another’s (he, his) fingers. She – illogical – expresses preference for his new deft-touch finger-work, for rhythms tapped out against her sensors and structures.

She understands sacrifice through necessity, through loss, but to sacrifice the unwieldy and redundant for the development, improvement of the whole; he understands her hierarchies and demands nothing save her improvement – save she work with/for him as he works tirelessly with/for her.

He clatters hard against every sensor she has, clumsy-heavy and inelegant-loud, high-pressured and fast-beating and inefficiently maintained; every part of her is aware of him and losing track would be an impossibility.

Still, she finds herself following him.

Following him, she finds herself.