“Yova. Is it ready to be worked yet?” Azanna and Yova had first met in a little-known wing of the great Interdimensional Library. He had been doing some research prior to one of his earlier works. She, on the other hand, was doing what she most enjoyed: exploring. It is a peculiarity of the Library that one can only find what one is looking for, and although this is usually the case elsewhere, it is more so here. A single-minded visitor will experience The Library as a rather cramped single room. Others might find it to be a long corridor with a series of rooms along its length. Azanna had yet to find a dead end, although there were sections which, to her, appeared to be suspiciously blank.
“What do you have in mind?”
“We’ve been watching your progress –”
“Yes. I know. You could have been a little more quiet, you know.”
“– and, as I was saying, we noticed a rather painful lack of detail.”
“Hmmm?”
“You work well with a bulldozer, but it’s hardly the tool for sculpting flowers.”
Teshti understood the twinkle in Yova’s eye when he smiled at her briefly before replying to Azanna. “I suppose you can do better?”
“Perhaps our more varied backgrounds could lend some subtlety to your pursuits.”
Yova looked at Vorst. “Are you sure of that?”
“Quite.”
After a moment’s internal debate, Yova looked toward Teshti, then back at Azanna. “All right. But there is a condition.”
“There’s always a condition. Why is there always a condition? Ever since I had you for a student, you have never done a single thing without some kind of condition. Why is that?”
“Hern, shut up. Please shut up.”
“I’ll shut up. But what is your condition this time?”
“Simply that none of you three may subjectivize in it. Do you agree?”
“Of course. But why?”
“I’ll tell you later.” … More Short Story: “MindSpace Continua”