Joanna Sarah Koshy
For weeks Elise had spoken of nothing but the new project she and her colleagues were working on- the madly optimistic project that only the most madly optimistic billionaire in the world would sponsor. It became almost a family member to us- a third person in our relationship. Some Christian households have a board hung over the door, “Christ is the Master of this house, the silent guest at every meal.” That was how I began to feel about Elise’s project- that brilliant endeavour of scientific effort I learned to refer to with casual indifference as ‘the Room’.
As months and then years passed by, Elise no longer spoke of the Room with the fervour of her first infatuation. It was clear that problems had begun to creep into their romance, but with time, her feelings for the Room deepened to the love that only comes with understanding. Finally she turned to me one morning with a glow in her green eyes I had never seen before. It was clear that she had been holding on to the question for a long time, like a child enjoying the anticipation that comes before ripping the cover off a Christmas present.
“Would you like to see the Room?” she asked me, somewhat breathless despite her effort to sound nonchalant.
I mimicked her casual tone as I waited for the bread to come out of the toaster, although I was almost as excited as she was. “Alright.”
We were like a pair of school children on a field trip as we headed for the research facility, holding hands and giggling at the littlest things. I imagined at the time that I felt exactly like a father-to-be, although it seemed to me that Elise was more like a girl in love, waiting to show off the object of her adoration.
My enthusiasm waned somewhat when we reached the research center and they fixed a large contraption to my head.
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