The world had got itself destroyed, so Sally had to find a way to create it again.
Sally was an extraordinary person. She had the ability to figure out the physics and calculations to adjust her own body weight to equal less than the weight of air. She invented the equation for flying.
She had this dream; A dream that she would fly all around the world; not unlike many other peoples’ dreams. But the difference between her and everyone else was that she had the ability to make her equations, however ridiculous they were, come to life and create...ANYTHING. Anything that she could figure out that is. This is how and why she obtained the ability to fly.
Before she could actually fly around the world she first had to get used to the feeling of flying; changing direction, accelerating forwards, backwards, and all the tricks and twirls. She also had to allow herself time to work out the equation of breathing oxygen when there wasn’t any around in case she flew too high. But by that time, the world had already been destroyed.
Her very first equation was a key. To what she didn’t know, but it was quite a feat to her and her maths teacher. They had stood staring at the black symbols that represented the key to something for about an hour before they decided that it was just a key. She was about eight when this event occurred.
Though it seemed like she was a genius, the only reason she was able to figure out the true calculations of various objects was because of the little coincidences that made up an entire day. These small events, contributing to the make-up of one whole day, 23 hours 56 minutes and 42 seconds (rounded to 24 hours) can only be summed up by one word that is defined as a possibility or probability of anything happening; chance. In the event of her conception the moment the eruption exploded within, a number was fired off another genius’s telepathic tendency into a single sperm which inevitably, being smarter than the rest, made its way up to its other half to start the beginnings of life.
Forty-two.
She had one equation that continued to make her smile no matter what day it was.
C = p + c - m / ci (w2 + s + i)
This was how she captured a moment in her life. It was also almost the equation for chocolate (take the ‘i’ out of the equation).
These equations, to normal physicists, may not make any sense whatsoever but she saw each and every symbol as a piece of a puzzle that, when put together, become a whole.
So.
Onto the destruction of the planet.
It had been minding its own business till it had come in contact with a curious sight; one of glory and downfall and, with the interests of love in mind, turmoil. It had become obsessed with this curious sight by an elaborate amount and had forgotten to stay in one place. It incidentally moved one inch from its original location which had inevitably caused a ripple throughout the universe. The ripple grew bigger and bigger until it had bounced back with the full consequences. It bounced back and headed to the movement that had started the smallest of ripples in the first place which then proceeded to blow up the Earth inversely so that there was nothing left except the space it had occupied.
Sally was, at that moment in time, practicing her ability to fly and also testing out the multiplying oxygen equation which, luckily for her, worked just as the Earth disappeared right before her eyes, or rather, one-hundred metres under her feet. Her only response was
“Oh dear.”
There was a deer floating around space about to choke to death. She couldn’t possibly let it die so she used her equation on the deer and it survived. The only thing she didn’t plan was what to do next. The deer would just continue to float in space so was there much point in saving its life? She then argued that of course there was a point because every life is sacred and everything happens for a reason. This was one of her few beliefs that she wasn’t entirely certain of.
And that then lead her to her now predicament.
What was she going to do next now that the world had been destroyed?
“There are many things....”
She started off but wasn’t sure how to finish. She was trying to work out something philosophical but she had many other going-ons in her mind that stopped her from thinking too far ahead with any one idea. So she decided to look around.
Geniuses, no matter how smart they are, are NOT very good at being instinctual. It usually took her a very long time to do anything (although if any other person tried to work out the things that she worked out, they would ultimately waste half of their lives, while she only used up one minute or so depending on the complexity of the problem).
As she looked around at the black appearance of the place that was called space, she thought about the word space, what it was and the whole embodiment of the word. Then, out of nowhere, she saw a white dot floating aimlessly (not the deer). It appeared to be heading slowly her way. She thought of the likelihood of it being another human being like herself but worked out mathematically that the likelihood of another human being to have not been sucked inwards towards the absence of something (nothing) was very low. But as the figure drew closer she found it taking the features of legs, body, arms, head, face and a towel. An odd assortment, Sally thought, but a fun one to put together again in her head.
The astronaut reached out his arm to grab hold of her. She jerked away unsuccessfully. This resulted in a huge hand grasping tightly to her frail arm. Sally’s eyes focused intensely (stared) for a long time on the ridiculous suit the astronaut was wearing. He looked like he was yawning.
He was.
“Hello, hello, hello my dear. How did you find your way out here in the depths of the unknown?”
She wasn’t sure what she should say so she replied with,
“I was learning to fly and the Earth collided with its own consequences and collapsed inwards leaving more unoccupied...space in...well...space.”
“Sounds like jolly good fun. My name is Baedon Sherwen and you are?”
“Sally. Sally Garnish.”
By that time she felt this weird tingling in her arm which usually happened when not enough blood is being pumped around the body at the average speed of five feet per second or three metres per hour.
“Can you let go of me or at least loosen your grip?”
“Why I would of course but I seem to have gained a cramp in my fingers and they are hurting like hellfire being burned in more hellfire. They also won’t move.”
Sally started moving her arms sporadically in crazy movements to loosen the astronaut’s grip. Because it was the last thing he thought would happen he started doing the same in the hopes that she might stop. He really didn’t want to hold on so tight but his hand seemed to have lost all feeling in the absence of the pain.
Finally after what seemed like minutes, she stopped. The grip had loosened, but not by enough for her arm to completely be at its full strength. She turned to the astronaut with her eyebrows angled inwards in a frown; she didn’t like this stranger that had survived. His arms, or rather, his arm was still flailing about for some unknown reason. It was a sight. After a few more minutes the astronaut stopped moving. Her mind was thinking of other more immediate matters such as a plan to get this stranger off of her thus she didn’t notice this improvement.
Baedon looked around space as if luxuriating in the features of a beautiful garden. His eyes looked right, left, up, down, then he turned about 1 degree to the right and repeated this cycle also changing the placement of Sally’s body by about half a metre in the same direction he had decided to turn. Although, because they were in outer space, these measurements were only applicable if they hadn’t kept floating away from their original position.
As Sally finally decided that, stopping the oxygen from entering the containment that predominantly occupied the area that was the main source of him being alive (his mouth and nose) was an unnecessary idea, she observed the astronaut’s awe of the universe that would potentially kill him unless she decided otherwise. She would of course save him, she concluded, because all life is sacred and everything happens for a reason.
C = p + c - m / ci (w2 + s + i)
She captured this moment. With all its flaws, it had interestingly pleasing positives.
She looked around again. One of her hands reached out for something. Something was puzzling her.
The absence of the Earth was more spectacular and devastating than she realised. Her hand was stretched out as if longing for something or someone.
She shook her head trying to jumble her thoughts and come up with one random one at the end like the lottery. This is what came out.
The rules of space differ from the rules of Earth. For her to figure out how to restore the Earth to its original existence, she had to learn these rules.
There was a whole new world of possibilities or probabilities of anything happening and she was the only one who was around to understand it all.
She smiled.
