THE MATH: (Sun + Uranus CONJUNCT Taurus) = the Subtle Knife
THE WEAVE:
Uranus breaks through a wall, into the tunnel Sunny is carving…
"Jesus, U!" Sunny screams,
"How did you get over Here?"
"I've decided I am
a tachyon," Uranus proclaims.
"WTF is a tachyon?"
Sunny grumbles, returning
to his digging. "I am
a hypothetical particle,
with an imaginary number
of mass, and I travel
faster than the speed
of Light," Uranus explains
to him. "Is that even
a real science thing?"
Sunny challenges.
Uranus shrugs, "Hypothetically.
I read it in a 'zine, this morning.
Tachyons are only True,
when you add on extra
-dimensions." "You alWays
were a slut for multiple
meanings," Sunny relates,
"So how many dimensions,
do you have?" "SomeTiimes
10," U states, "but up to 27."
"Dang," Sunny whistles,
"You've got Vesta beat by 2,"
Sunny wonders, "Well,
I still can't See your stupid cave
paintings any Way, so you
might as Well leave me, to do
my thing, Electric Prince."
"That's okay Sunny,"
U says, as he pets the Sun's fur,
making it snap with static,
"The tachyon fields are All
around you. Even Selena knows:
You exist, whether you are
Seen or not, and she was
born fairly recently." "Well
it isn't very Blade-like
of you, Uranus," Sunny sniffs.
"Sure it is," Uranus
shrugs, "I am
the Subtle Knife."
"That's a reach, U."
Sunny rumbles, "No
One is going to get it."
"Maybe a few of them
will," Uranus offers the Sun.
"Maybe," Sunny says, "but
I wouldn't wait for it." "I wait
for no One, Sunny," Uranus scoffs.
Sunny smiles, "You sure, about that
Uranus?"