Never Anywhere by Prospero2013

I started to spend a lot of time at his house.
We discussed the intense internal conflict
between personal morals and the obligation to explore.
We were standing before the vast underground lake.
He was visibly stressed and uncomfortable about this conversation.
He knew we were talking about him.

I had introduced him to H. and V.
H. had climbed down into the rumbling throat of a volcano
where he found some interesting psychoactive blends
produced through cross-fertilization.
As they spoke,
I would bake a pizza in the wood-burning oven.

V. had coasted over the icy Arctic wastes in a dirigible
where he missed a fatal accident by a fraction of a degree.
He also crawled into the caves of southern Europe
where he found ancient paintings and carvings.

H. was instructed to administer the new experiment
(without knowing he was a part of it himself.)
After a few minutes of pure amazement,
V. embarked on a journey through the entire solar system,
travelling faster than a speeding photon
in gently spinning spirals.

I sat in the corner listening, my foot twitching.
My pent-up energy had to go somewhere.
Besides, I always had a propensity to be empathetic.

The results were conclusive for both H. and V.
It was all done through micro-agents in the drinking water.
They had never left his house,
there had never been a sound,
they had never gone anywhere.
And yet I had felt the spirals.