Thursday, March 19, 2020
Career Day Confab
The suits bandied "creative writing" about, but seemed a little clueless about who wrote the actual episodes. They scared up a couple of strange ladies: one in white, and another in a gold robot outfit.
Wicca moseyed up to a boy who had his back turned, placed a finger on his neck. "Bing bang, li'wanna!"
"Translation:" said the gold woman. "That is how easily I could have killed you, Little Wonder."
"Queenie, you overthink everything!" Wicca made goggle eyes. "Give them a break. Now then, kids, what do you want to know about my show?"
"You have a show?" a girl asked.
After an awkward lull, Queenie said, "Cultural engagement failure. The show is targeted at the twenties and thirties demographic. Beyond that age, viewership declines according to the statistical decay function: y equals y-initial times e to the kt power."
Wicca had a hand over her face, peeked through to end the calculus lecture. "They're here about writing, already. I doubt if they even work those dosiki puzzles."
"You mean sudoku?" a boy asked.
"Same thing--it's all Japanese to me. Give me an idea what you guys watch."
"Kelly Clarkson," offered another girl.
Wicca did a tongue razzy. "Never heard of him."
"So. . . ." ventured a boy who wore the number 9. "Do you write the shows?"
"What writing? I conjure Team Dan capers from the Outworld via my glass skull."
"But what about the Sherlock Holmes stories?" insisted number 9.
"That's here on Earth, of course. I conjure him from the nineteenth century." Wicca squinted conspiratorially. "Don't tell him I got the Ripper."
The kids looked uneasily to the bot woman to explain.
"To use her quaint aphorism, she essentially 'ate' Jack the Ripper, consuming him at the quantum level to power her time travel."
"Queenie is magic-challenged," Wicca said. "She calls it 'native force', or whatever they call it in Trek Wars. But she's wrong about that--I'm asymptotic!"
"Asymptomatic," Queenie corrected. "An asymptote denotes a point of non-existence for a function caused by forbidden division by zero. These can occur vertically, horizontally, tangentially. . . ."
"Ya ya, forget it, Queenie--they're going glassy eyed!"
The kids huddled while the show people debated derivatives versus crystal balls.
"That lady crazy," said number 9. "But she sure is cool."