Part III - Observation
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"Wake up Widow! Confounded woman, wake UP!" Mr. Klemmens was standing on the Widow Sabishane's chest shouting at her as she awoke. His voice growled with frustration and his fur bristled all along his body. The Widow calmly opened her eyes and pushed the panicking feline onto the floor, pulling her comforter up over her head. "You leave me alone Mr. Klemmens!" said the Widow, her voice slightly muffled by the thick blanket. "You'll get your breakfast when I'm good and ready." Mr. Klemmens pounced back onto the bed and began to viciously claw at the Widow's comforter. "You need to get up now!" he bellowed. "The house is about to crash into a massive pile of rocks, Sabishane! Now get up and DO something about it!" The Widow quickly pulled the comforter off of her soft, wrinkled face and blinked her huge cobalt blue eyes at Mr. Klemmens. "Well why didn't you say so, you big fathead?" she teased. "Hurry up and get to the helm, love. I'll be topside in a jiff!"
Mr. Klemmens scurried away cussing under his breath as the Widow Sabishane quickly jumped out of bed. She flipped a small toggle switch on the bed-stand, blindly grabbing her glasses and placing them on her face. While she shuffled to the closet and tossed on her favorite robe, a tiny robotic arm shot out from the base of the bed-stand, flexed its' fingers once and waited motionless. A moment later the little bed-stand's wooden surface automatically began to separate into hundreds of tiny tiles which turned and spun out of sight as they separated, retracting into its sides. Slowly, from the now exposed surface area, an old phonograph on a tiny elevator rose up and clicked into place.
Suddenly the robotic arm sprung to life with a loud grinding sound, like a tractor-trailer switching gears. It's incredibly long telescopic arm extended further and further until reaching a huge stack of records in the corner of the Widow's room. With metal fingers the strange appendage carefully grabbed a random record from the overwhelmingly huge pile and slowly began retracting itself. Once the robotic arm reached the bed-stand it carefully oscillated its tiny hand and placed the record onto the phonograph. The turntable immediately began to spin and a small needle rose and fell onto the record all by itself. "Oh Dr. Sabishane, I do so love your inventions." said the Widow happily.
Summertime by Billie Holiday began to play through tiny speakers, echoing throughout the entire house, and the Widow squealed with delight. "Wonderful song for such a sunny morning!" she said reverently as she fixed open her curtains and smiled at the ocean and the sun that shined proudly upon it. With excitement and mounting fear in her heart, she ran to a brass fire pole at the other end of her room. Wrapping her legs around its shiny surface and keeping the robe between her thighs, she flew down the pole into the room below, giggling until she landed with a soft thud. The Widow Sabishane quickly dashed up a flight of steel steps, stopping at an old metal doorway with a wrought iron gate. "Sometimes you've got to go down, to go up!" She said to herself with a dainty laugh as she pushed the only button on the wall; her hips jiving back and forth to the music that played on around her.
A distant bell rang out from high above as metal wheels began to turn from somewhere behind the walls. The Widow Sabishane tapped her foot in time to the music and after a moment a loud whooshing sound, like the wind rushing past your ears, filled the little room she now stood in and a heavy gust of air blew at her shins. The sound grew louder and louder until it stopped with a loud "PING". The metal doors slid aside and the iron gate slid upwards, disappearing into darkness.
The interior of the elevator had brass handrails along each wall. A plush burgundy carpet lined the floor and the walls and an elaborate panel blinked and flashed next to the entrance. The complicated panel had an array of buttons but there were no floor numbers or names, just lights and knobs and switches. The Widow stepped inside and confidently pushed a clear button on the top of the panel. The button lit up with an electric blue light and the gate lowered itself down as the metal doors slid shut with a resounding clunk. The Widow felt gravity weigh down upon her as a cool rush of air ran across her face and the elevator began to hurtle upward with incredible speed.
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