The Lost Artifact Of Spode

005

He listens carefully. Though his eyes are close, his mind is open. Empty, but ready to be filled. As far as he was concerned, Mel wasn't anywhere. Maybe inside his head, but not if he can help it.

Physically, Mel sat on the concrete. Back straight, shoulders back, and legs crossed in a half lotus. He has his hands folded in his lap, holding one another but not grasping anything.

With how busy his mind has been today, especially while unconscience, Mel needed to meditate. It's been awhile since he's last meditated anyways, it was getting to be time once more. Although he was doing this for a more peaceful mind, he was mostly aiming for answers.

Perhaps Spode would send him a sign that could help him fit the prices together better?

It was the best outcome, but  wasn't expecting anything to truely enlighten him. Although meditation has the potential for more, it's only really for self reflection and a peace of mind.

Long by now, his deep, paced breathing has become an automatic task. Absolutely nothing was keeping him placed in the real world outside of his physical body.

He could feel different kinds of energy around him. Different kinds of properties they took on and how they interacted with each other. Mel's mind tried to paint a picture for him of what he was feeling, but all he could see was colour.

...colour.

Suddenly, it hit him. His eyes shoot open as he comes crashing back into the real world with his new thoughts. No, it wasn't anything about what he has went into meditation for, but this is just as important to Mel, if not more important.

He might have just figured out his way to show the boss that there is, in fact, a wormhole in the Keiper Belt. The proof he needs to encourage an exposition.

Mel jumps to his feet and swings open the glass door to his house. He rushes into his room and quickly throws on enough clothes to be let back inside his work place before running to the front door.

Nia is sitting in the living room, watching some old cartoon show on the TV, as Mel comes sprinting in.

"Tell your mamá I went back to work," Mel tells her. "I'll be back when I can."

"Why you going back?" She asks, tearing her eyes away from the screen.

"It needs colour!" He vaguely answers, swinging open the door.

He only made it a step out of the house before he ran into his wife. She has a large, brown bag of food in one hand and a trey of drinks in the other.

"Meita! Where are you going?"

"Mi Alma, perfect timing. I need to get back to work, sorry!" He slips right by her and rushes down the walkway.

"Is everything OK? What about dinner?!"

"Everything's fine! I need to test something!"

By now, the two had grown too far away to continue talking to one another. Qiana lets out a long, annoyed sigh, as she watches her husband leave.

She didn't even make it home. He couldn't have had dinner with his family? Especially considering it's already ready?

Finally, Qianna continues into the house, sighing once more, but much smaller than last time. "I know what I married," she reminds herself, closing the house door behind her.

Mel had barely made it to the subway station in time for a departing train. If he had been even half a second later, he could've missed his chance and would had to wait half an hour.

As he made his commute, he ran through the data he stored on his glasses that morning. He studied the specific properties he had recorded. Mel was able to determine that these particles were different enough he should be able to find a way to colour asign them. And if he able to, he could visually slow exactly what has been in his brain since he discovered the phenomenon.

Imagine if the solution truely is this simple. Mel would be embarrassed he wasn't able to realise it on his own. Being red-green colourblind, he didn't tend to think much in regards of colour. It makes sense how he could have missed such an obvious solution, but it didn't make him feel any less ashamed.

The NSAST was still open with business when Mel ran up the steps to his department. The lights inside are on and people could be seen walking around inside. This time, Mel had his ID card on him and was able to march right in with no troubles.

However, he didn't think to clock in. Instead, he ran straight to his office and went to work.

Slowly, he assigned colours to specific particles. It took him awhile to code in everything he needed in his simulation, but he eventually got the hang of it. The hardest part to him was chosing which colours to use for what. He wanted to be able to see it for himself too, but with how many different properties were assigned to how many different particles, he was beginning to run out of colours he can tell the difference between.

An hour has passed before he was finally finished. Or perhaps it was two? He loses time easy when he gets so sucked into his work. But regardless, his simulation was complete. He's ready to run it.

It's the moment of truth.

He let his simulation run. Watching it put a smile on his face. A smile that only seemed to grow and grow. Mel couldn't keep himself from laughing with the joy.

He really did it. The solution to his problem really was as simple as adding colour.

He couldn't wait for work in the morning. To show his boss.

Mel shuts off his system and leaves his office for the night. As he walked down the halls, his mind wandered into what kind of adventures this wormhole could bring. How many other wormholes could they have access to? Were there anymore in the Milky Way?

His stomach loudly growls, echoing down the hallway. Mel places his hand on his stomach. As happy as he was with his solution, maybe it really could have waited until morning.

He really regrets missing dinner.