Elementary Loophole

"I made a deal with the devil. I sold my soul; there's nothing you can do for me."

"No no no. You will find many claiming to be able to set such contract terms with hardly a millenium planned for enforcement or purpose. There is a loophole."

"What loophole?"

I pull up my Ghost, well suited to such rote tasks. Terms scatter by weight and definition, shuffling, collapsing, and reforming like Cat's Cradle, revealing a single red thread. I take my scissors and snip the thread. The Ghost and I translate and transcribe the image into a legal document on a flash drive and I hand it to her.

"There you go."

Her eyes go wide in shock. "That was so easy..."

"It's about shaping the terrain, when the thread goes taut. You'll get there."

"I want you to know something about me..."

I nod solemnly, matching her tone. She sighs, looking down, then looks back up, eyes glowing red.

"I am exactly who and what you think I am."

With that, she extends four more black metallic limbs, her skin transforming into black plating before all, except for her eyes- also multiplied- camouflage as she slips into the wall of my room.

"Perhaps I just got lucky befriending you." I say quippishly, never sure how to respond in such situations.

"You did not."

With that she is gone, returned from whence she came, I would presume.


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