Kitty slowly opens her eyes.
The gray ceiling greets her like always… still, cold, silent.
She stays still for a few seconds. Breathes softly. Then stretches her small body, and a faint crack runs through her tense muscles.
—Aaah… —comes out of her tiny mouth, half-asleep.
The bed is hard. Very hard.
The sheets scratch.
The pillows don't help at all.
The tilted mattress forces her to sleep in a strange position… and her little body feels it.
Kitty (tiny voice):
—Is it awweady mowning…?
She clumsily grabs the clock and brings it close to her face.
4:74 AM.
She blinks.
Kitty:
—It's still nighty… —she pouts—. What do I do to sweep…?
In this world, time isn't normal.
404 (narrative pause):
Quick mini explanation:
1 DAY = 100 HOURS = 7000 MINUTES
(It couldn't be more eternal)
We continue.
Kitty gets up.
She walks on all fours, slowly… trying not to make noise.
She looks around with curiosity.
Then she sees the ball.
She grabs it.
She squeezes it.
Kitty:
—How does dis wittle thing wowk…?
She presses it more.
Kitty:
—It's so softtt…
Her little eyes sparkle.
She lifts it…
and lets it fall.
boing
Error404_: explicacion (hable español)
F = m ⋅ g
Gravity makes it fall.
Then:
Ek = ½ mv²
And upon impact:
Ee = ½ kx²
Kitty can "see" this when she's curious.
I'm out.
Kitty:
—Woooow…! —her eyes open wide—. It bounces!
She starts tossing it again and again.
She giggles softly.
—Hehe… bouncy… bouncy…
For a moment…
she looks happy.
Truly.
In another room…
Katia sleeps.
The stepfather too.
But Katia wakes up.
She stretches and steps into the hallway.
She listens.
boing… boing…
She frowns.
Moves closer to the door.
Opens it slightly.
And sees Kitty.
Playing.
Alone.
At that hour.
Baby dragons need a lot of sleep…
But not her.
work ≈ 100/7
She doesn't see what's happening.
Kitty drops the ball.
She walks to the window.
Rests her little head against it.
Looks at the sky.
Stars.
Colors.
A distant flicker.
Error appears.
A speech bubble says: "xD"
Error: Yep, me again.
The atmosphere has strange particles:
Atmosphere = N₂ + O₂ + Xd
That allows things like pulsars to be seen:
I(t) = I₀ ⋅ sin(ωt)
Light that pulses.
Error: Alright, I'm gone.
He disappears.
Kitty (whispering):
—I wanna see da fowest…
Her little ears droop.
Sad.
She can't go outside.
Never.
Kitty:
—What's it wike inside…?
—Pwettiew…?
—Biggew…?
She imagines things.
A lot of things.
But then she sighs.
Gives up.
She goes back to bed.
Looks at the ceiling.
Again.
She thinks about everything she wants to do.
Everything she can't.
And she stays there…
awake…
dreaming.