While replacing the Antheil roll, my hand got caught in the player. To my surprise I was pulled into the mechanism without any pain. Crunching dissonant chords in syncopated rhythm accompanied my passage to a new world.
It was a noisy world.
Skyscrapers full of whirring gears churned out mathematical precision, literally crunching data, spinning numbers. An airship hovered above. In the clink-clank of gears and pistons I realized there were no electronics. It was a 1920s future.
I dove through the player piano and recognized home.
But the whirring continued.
I door to my chest opened, exposing the gears.
Sorry, I know, three so far, butthis was a fun one and I could write stories all day. Google George Antheil….
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