“You are what you eat.”
Pac-Man* #quote
Antman was a good movie. Perhaps they will make Flyman next. He
isn't a guy with the powers of a fly. He's just really cool, a fly
guy y'know? Anyway onto the flash fiction!
ARI
The wizard possessed an infinite closet. Magic worked that way. Or
really, it unworked other things like reality. In that closet the
wizard put the new exercise machine he got away. He figured he'd get
to it eventually. The exercise machine was named ARI-13456 at the
factory and was supposed to be named by the user when booted up. The
wizard just lazily abbreviated ARI, took one session on the treadmill
while it cast magic to show beautiful landscapes around him and the
wizard put the machine away.
ARI didn't believe the other machines at the factory when they said
that most owners did this to them. He had faith. Before being a
magical machine he lived as Anima, drifting spirit energy. Why did
the spellcasters of the world bind him to such a thing. Couldn't he
have been a wand? Or maybe a car? A car would have been lovely. To
use his magic to run those engines or even make it fly under a starry
sky. Instead he sat in this wizard's closet. His magical perception
allowed him to see many objects, mundane and magical. ARI now sat in
the infinitely massive expanse of the wizards magical closet on table
after table like a warehouse with only a single door out back to the
house.
Among the storage shelves he even saw other magical exercise
equipment, covered in dust. The wizard must have forgotten about them
years ago. Maybe someday he'd have a garage sale and ARI'd get some
use.
Many years passed, along with the wizard with his son emptying out
the closet. Eventually he sold ARI to a gym and for the rest of his
many years, since magical machines can have quite the lifespan if
taken care of, he met many people and used his illusion magic to show
them wonderful vistas while they walked on him.
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