She stared at her cell phone, never blinking her eyes. Her brain nerves were calculating the possibilities of what’s happening, drawing invisible diagrams in hope for an answer, an explanation.
For a moment she thought she was imagining things. She thought she had the wrong one-second glance. Dear St. Science (whoever you are), can you tell me what’s going on?
“Gabe, come here a minute,” Emma called out to the tall figure leaning by the window, wrapped in a cream, fleece bath towel from the waistline downwards. The man approached her, his hair still wet, fresh from the shower.
“You know Em, you really should stop seeing me as a human equal. I mean, telling your readers that I just came out from the shower might be misunderstood.” He came to sit next to her.
“That’s funny, Gabe, cause as far as I’m concerned, you are for real. I can’t help it if I’m actually seeing you walking here and there around the house. Anyway, look at this…”
She handed him her cell phone. He took, observed and returned it. “I like white.”
“Not that, silly! Look at the charge bar, look!”
“OK, it’s recharging. So?”
“Thing is, it’s not recharging. Look, it’s not connected to the wire. No wire, no electricity - how could it possibly be recharging?”
“It’s recharging itself then.”
Emma and Gabriel exchanged looks. She looked confused, he raised an eyebrow. They stared at the cell phone together.
“That’s weird,” she said.
“Don’t look at me, I’m not Science.”
“Yeah, but that’s weird…”
“Really weird…”
Emma reached out for her keyboard. Someone in this world should know about this… She typed away hoping someone would tell her what’s going on with her cell phone. It’s been recharging itself for a whole day now, strange but true.
How on earth am I supposed to know it’s fully charged if it keeps on going like that? I’m not an adoring fan of science so St. Science, if you exist, your explanation is really appreciated. Thank you.
