Far at the top of his spire, surrounded by a city of one million, the inventor sits brooding in his apartment. This great titan of iron is the pinnacle of engineering and the experiments carried out upon it have pushed the borders of science to their limit. But now what?
He grows restless. The lavish parties he used to throw up here have long ceased to entertain him, and besides the guests are sick of taking the long elevator up. The experiments yield diminishing returns and their results no longer excite him.
He gazes out across the twinkling fields of streetlights and windows. All those souls. Him looking down at them, them looking up at him. Perhaps it's time to come down from his spire.
Paddy Dobson
18th December 2023