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In 1687, Isaac Newton published his law of universal gravitation: everything, he posited, is affected by gravity in the same way, regardless of how heavy it is. A bowling ball and a feather, if you remove air resistance, should fall to the ground at the same rate.

They don't, of course, because of air resistance.

-

"Surely," I say, "there's been some mistake. I was told— well, my colleagues were given Marathon, and Hastings, and Orléans, and—" Even to me, my words sound small, hollow, empty. I hear the phantom whispers of my parents telling me that I should accept what I'm given, feel the casually dismissive clap of my older brother on my back, and wince involuntarily. At least they placed you somewhere, little brother, and that's better than the nothing that everyone expected, wasn't it?

"No," the provost said, still looking down at his paper. "There has been no mistake. Is there a problem, Master Keenan?"

Stiff upper lip, I think, and simply shake my head, briefly, and wheel around like the wooden soldier that I've been trained to be, as the provost dismisses me without ever having met my eyes.

"Kent! You're next." I walk out, glumly, without making eye contact with the next observer to be placed. "Saratoga!" I hear, as the door slides shut behind me, and I scowl at the trash can.

And then I realize that the valedictorian, Taylor, has looked up from her readings and is smiling at me. "Keen! Where'd you get placed?"

I lift my shoulders and then let them fall in what I hope is a convincing imitation of a casual shrug, and contort my face into what should pass for a smile. She looks alarmed, and I quickly adjust. I'm probably showing too much teeth.

"I— I got Amsterdam."

She blinks. "The Battle of Amsterdam? I haven't heard of it. What year? Who fought? What was the effect?" Suddenly, I don't want to be on this conversation anymore.

"I, uh. I'm not sure. I'll let you know when I come back, I guess. I hope you have fun." I mumble, and then I've ducked away, blinking furiously as the tears start to come.

-

In 1911, Einstein realized something extraordinary: objects that were falling weren't, necessarily, falling at all. If you put a box around two objects that you dropped from the tower of Pisa and replaced one of them with a very small person, that person wouldn't be able to tell that they were falling. It's not about how observant they were — it would actually be impossible for them to know that they were falling.

It all depended on what your frame of reference was — from one position, they were moving together; from another, they weren't moving at all.

-

Amsterdam, May, 1990.

I looked it up before stepping through, just in case I had missed something and it was one of the Highlights — as far as I could tell, everyone else had gotten a Highlight, and so there was no reason that I shouldn't have.

But I didn't.

There's nothing — it's a historically quiet time, in a place that was also historically quiet. Boring, possibly, if I'm not being charitable. Or even 'unnecessary', as some of my classmates said, quietly, pointedly, within earshot. The placement isn't even the city proper, with its canals and its colorful buildings and everything else that Amsterdam was famous for at the turn of the 21st century: it's a suburb — Uithoorn — one that hasn't been important for as far back as I could find in our history books.

It's never been important.

Still, I did my duties diligently; I recorded events, I made observations, I behaved as a properly trained Archivist should. I took detailed notes on the news: a cat escaped two weeks ago, on Tuesday. It had tuxedo-coloring. Its name was Cheshire. And it was found, this last Friday, without any harm having come to it, and in fact looked quite pleased as she sauntered back into her owners house. Her owner's name is Jana, and she runs a flower shop, and always has a kind word and a smile, though she's trying to support her family in Rotterdam.

That's the news that's fit to record. There's more, of course: the usual comings and goings of semi-notable people (there are no notable ones that visit this suburb), some births and deaths, some petty troubles and jealousies, but it's all so mundane. Whereas the other trainees are out observing great men and women making history through their words and actions, writing about the trials of Locke and the travails of Demosthenes, I'm here, watching grass grow, trees blow in the wind, and lovers squabble.

What is there to report on, when I return to the Council, and to my class? Is this it? How would they not laugh me out of the Archives?

-

'How fast are you moving?' is a question that's sometimes posed to young physics students, in their first college class.

'I'm not' is the most common, immediate, and, of course, incorrect answer. But it's a place to start, a reference point that says: we're moving at zero miles an hour.

"But the Earth's rotating, isn't it?" the professor responds. And the students say, yes, yes it is, and then we go through a few equations and we come to a conclusion: the earth's surface, at the equator, moves at about a thousand miles per hour, or about 460 meters per second. Suddenly, much faster than zero miles an hour.

"Okay, that's a start. But isn't the Earth orbiting around the sun? What does that mean?" And a few equations later, we have an answer: the Earth is rotating around the sun at about 67,000 miles per hour, or about 18.6 miles a second. In fifteen or so minutes that it's taken the class to figure out the information, we've all travelled more than 10,000 miles — enough to go from pole to pole.

"But what about the speed that the Sun moves around the Milky Way?" — and so on.

Some of them get it faster than others, but at the end of the lecture, the point is made to everyone: it's useless to ask 'how fast are you moving?' because it's missing an important second part of the question: 'Compared to what?'

And as we change what we compare it to — or, in other words, our frame of reference — the answer changes as well, going from what looks to be a standstill to over 500,000 miles per hour, a speed that's inconceivable.

The corollary is this: a sports car going a hundred miles an hour feels like it's incredibly past when it's rushing by us, but that hundred miles per hour doesn't matter at all when you're looking at the speed that everyone on the Earth is moving through the galaxy.

-

Jana died today.

She was hit by a car, someone who had a seizure at the wheel, despite having no previous history. He's not at fault, and neither was Jana, and yet, there is one fewer member of the community here in Uithoorn, one fewer smiling face, one fewer person to talk to.

I went to her funeral. I wasn't supposed to, I don't think — we're here as observers, and are supposed to minimalize our interactions with the community, though we're to blend in — but I couldn't not pay my respects. She was someone that I had bought a few flowers from, someone who hadn't wondered at my strange accent, someone who had answered my curious questions without making fun of them. She had accepted me.

So I attended, standing quietly in the back as Adriaan and Jakob and Marijke and Sanne spoke about her, about shared childhoods and innocent mistakes and missed chances, and when the priest asked if anyone else wanted to speak, I found myself making eye contact, and nodding. I went up to the front, and said a few words as well, impulsively — I just wanted to express that even as a stranger, a foreigner in more than one sense of the world, she had an impact on my life. And the others — the community — they didn't know me, but they accepted me, there, nodding at my words, offering me kind words and gentle hugs after I stepped down.

In their time of grief, they chose to take a stranger in instead of turning him away.

I think I see what I've been sent here for, now; I know what I will report to the Council. The others may have been sent to follow the great leaders, and they may have great stories to tell, great observations to make, but I have my own stories that will rival theirs. I have a story of a woman who smiled at everyone, even days when she was suffering from kidney stones, because she knew that it would brighten their lives, not because it would help sell flowers. I have a story of a cat who always brushes up against the flower stand that her mistress owned, and waiting to see if this is the time that Jana will pop out from under the counter. I have the story of a community that accepted a stranger and allowed his grief to mingle with theirs and in sharing, lessen it.

It is not a shame, not a penalty, to have been sent here, to watch this little suburb grow, live, mourn, and rebuild. History — and the Archive — isn't just about the movers and shakers in the world. It's also about parents and children, bricklayers and flowergirls, the quiet moments and quiet suburbs that are what great leaders fight for. We are all the heroes of our own stories, and the story of Jana is no less than any other. 

Date: 2014-11-19 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roina-arwen.livejournal.com
Aww, this is very sweet. I like the way you took an overarching principle and brought it down the mundane difference that a single person can make in the lives of others.

Date: 2014-11-20 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Thank you! :) I really enjoyed writing this.

Date: 2014-11-19 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lrig-rorrim.livejournal.com
I really loved this. The back-and-forth structure works really well. It's quiet and introspective and just the right amount of sad. <3

Date: 2014-11-20 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
I wanted to sort of guidepost certain thoughts without being too..signposty. I'm glad it works! :)

Also <3

Date: 2014-11-19 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mallorys-camera.livejournal.com
I love practically everything you do, so no surprise that I loved this. Sometimes I regret the fact that we kind of have to write short for LJ Idol because otherwise the reading load would be too enormous. This was one of those times. :-)

Have you read Connie Willis's Doomsday Book? Your piece reminds me a lot of that.

Are you referencing Einstein's theory about the effects of gravitation on light? I like your explanation a lot. :-)

Date: 2014-11-20 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
I'm bad at long, I promise. Though there are times — like here — where I'd love to write more.

I haven't yet, but Fire Watch is one of my favorite stories, and there are certainly elements of that in here. Hopefully not too many!

And I was mostly referencing Einstein's general theory of relativity :)

Date: 2014-11-20 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] reckless-blues.livejournal.com
This was really great. I thought that by the end something cosmically horrible, though maybe subtle, was going to happen - I'm glad it didn't. I liked that this person could take away an uplifting message from all of this, too.

Date: 2014-11-20 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Not every story has to be a sad one, you know :P

Date: 2014-11-20 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-17bingo.livejournal.com
It all depended on what your frame of reference was — from one position, they were moving together; from another, they weren't moving at all.

I have never, ever gotten the reason it was called relativity until I read this.

There are so many ways that you use the prompt in this piece, it's kind of mind-blowing. Jana being the sun, the narrator the a distant planet, who turned around and became the sun for a moment. This is, frankly, beautiful.

And as a post-script, I thought I'd add that I went to university in a town called Hastings. Won't the narrator's colleague feel dumb when he or she ends up studying my friends and I, who were mostly drinkers who were educated in their spare time.

Date: 2014-11-20 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Drinkers who were getting educated in their spare time may be the reason that humanity keeps moving forward :)

Thanks for the kind words!

Date: 2014-11-20 07:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eternal-ot.livejournal.com
Wonderfully done..liked the inter-mingling you did here and the back and forth format brought out the expressions really well..Good work as always.

Date: 2014-11-20 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2014-11-20 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fodschwazzle.livejournal.com
The concepts are so eloquently tied into the narrative. It's always a pleasure to hear and to think about them, but to see them put to use in a way that drives a fictional piece towards greater understanding is phenomenal.

Date: 2014-11-20 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2014-11-20 08:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alycewilson.livejournal.com
Beautiful, especially the last paragraph.

Date: 2014-11-20 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] talon.livejournal.com
Thanks :)

Date: 2014-11-20 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crisp-sobriety.livejournal.com
Damn, man, your writing is a force to be reckoned with. Loved this!

(As an aside, one of my ideas for the prompt was something like this, but I was going to use symbolic logic rather than physics. I'm glad now that I didn't, it wouldn't have been as good as this).

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