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- Once upon a time, she said, this was your universe. Long
- before your time, before any time that you could measure. A
- place of endless miracles, non? No harsh sciences here, no
- mundane little laws of physics, no guiding principles. There
- was just possibility. An infinity of possibility. Now. Look.
- Chris wasn't watching the city any more. There was a
- different world etched into the Carnival Queen's expression
- now, a world inhabited by people; people he could recognize
- as people, not monsters or automatons. The cities were just as
- large, but there were less of the impossible things. The planet
- looked... well, reasonable. Sort of.
- – This was the world of the Watchmakers, Christopher.
- One of the first Great Races. Things of extraordinary power.
- Perhaps more power than they ever realized. See?
- Chris concentrated on her smile, and focused on the
- Watchmakers in their cities; grim-faced men in robes of grey,
- their hands busy at machines, turning handles and pressing
- switches. They looked ordinary. They looked drab.
- – The Watchmakers. Logical, masculine creatures. They
- rejected the possibility, and denied the world of wonders.
- Perhaps it scared them. They wanted existence to be precise,
- to be mechanical, so that they could live their lives to a solemn
- timetable. They wanted to understand the universe in the same
- way you might understand a piece of clockwork. As a cold
- machine. No room for cities of brass or dragonfly-gods. They
- invented rules, and tied creation down to those rules.
- 'Rational,' Chris heard himself say.
- – Yes. They were beings of Reason. They proved that
- horses couldn't fly, so horses didn't fly. They proved that
- cities couldn't dream, so cities didn't dream. The shadeling
- gods, the children of the Pythia... one by one, they all died,
- pushed out of a cosmos that was too rational to let them live.
- The Watchmakers took away the glamours and the mysteries,
- then built machines in their places. They became kings of
- Reason. Masters of space, lords of time
- And there they all were, in the folds of her face. The
- monsters and angels and impossible things, retreating into the
- darkness as Chris watched, vanishing into the whirlpools of
- her eyes. Everything strange and magical dropped out of the
- universe. The Watchmakers held creation in a hard grey fist
- and squeezed it dry.
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