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ed neglect. I spent
the rest of the night on the garderobe, Desa standing outside and grilling
me about my results until dawn.
The research accellerated after that. I discovered I was forging a
new kind of magic, a predictive magic that was based on mechanical
processes, not tinkering with temporal ones. The fundamental elements were
alchemical, of course, but ultimately it became a purely spiritual engine
that allowed me to make a single change, and then change after change after
change until I got what I wanted.
It was something of a shock when I realized, suddenly, that I had
gotten away from the erotic sciences. I had been too busy taking apart the
body to appreciate it. Have you ever been hit on the chin, Aimee'? I
swear to you, that is how it felt. I suddenly spent an entire day
addressing old friends, diving into a sort of blind, erotic haze, unable to
think about work because I could think of nothing else but the males I had
neglected.
I took control of myself the next day. I wrote down my thoughts on
the bodily experimentation as much as I could, then turned my attention
back to
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