The Plant - A Steampunk Story

Jack’s thirst for the interesting and the unusual was never quenched, and since he was so good at making stuff up he decided to put his talents to good use and become a professional liar. A fiction writer, that is. He flirted with journalism for a little bit, but after his own unpalatable experience with revelations and consequences, he decided that this field really wasn’t for him. He did some travel, learned a lot from his journeys, and a few years later, when he had the means, just to put the frustrations of his youth behind him, he bought a piece of land and planted a dome on it, which became his retreat and occasional writing studio. Of course people thought that was odd, but then again, writers get a pass on being eccentric.The jolly librarian moved heaven and earth to start a council for ecological preservation and have the plant declared a protected species. She used up all the good will and favor she had with the city hall to designate the wild domes area a nature preserve, and got the funds to maintain and expand the zone, which had grown significantly larger over time, with the promise that revenue from the stream of tourists would benefit the city as a whole.Diane outgrew her youthful romantic drama, went to college and became an attorney. She rented a little space downtown, quite close to the science lab, actually, and put up her shingle there. She had quite a successful practice, to the pride and joy of her parents, who never ceased bragging about it.Stacey joined the Navy, to the shock of her friends and acquaintances, who had always pictured her as a little live Barbie. She advanced through the ranks with honors and became a rear admiral. The only qualms Tom and Carol had with a career like that was that, for obvious reasons, it took her quite far from home, but they resigned themselves to see her over the holidays and visit whenever they could. Tom liked to joke that their daughter had turned him and his wife into real globetrotters, now in their old age.As far as he was concerned, he worked at the factory/plant habitat/petal foundry until his mid sixties when he retired from it, just as he expected, comfortable enough to enjoy his golden years with Carol and tackle a few projects he had put off over the years, for lack of time.Little Teddy was a bit of a troublemaker all throughout school, it seems that personality reveals itself early and his endless temper tantrums weren’t just the terrible twos. His father decided to guide him towards athletics, thinking that strenuous physical effort might burn off some of that extraneous energy. Teddy wavered between sports and several other fields, started college a couple of times and then, through a weird confluence of circumstances, got to try photography and loved it. He became a traveling photojournalist and contributed to a few reputable periodicals that Carol never failed to display on the coffee table, for all the guests to see.The malt shop owner kept tending store way past her retirement age, out of concern that whoever it was that took over from her wouldn’t have the curiosity and communication skills to keep it the hub of news and social activity in town. She finally found a young apprentice, whom she taught her craft and entrusted with the rich history of the place, and she handed him the keys to the store, her heart finally at peace.Mr. Feldman continued teaching at Jack and Richard’s school for many decades, guiding generation after generation of children through the wonders of science and the challenges of science fairs. He ended up teaching Diane’s children, too. All three of them.Mrs. Jenkins went on spearheading her efforts to keep reality from interfering with the way she thought life should be, and continued being an outspoken advocate for the restoration of good old fashioned values. She had a small but faithful following of devotees.Richard went to college to study mechanical engineering. He put together a few of his old projects, together with a few theoretical studies, presented them to the scientific committee and received a research grant to develop biologically based machines. Grace to his first successful attempts, the grant became permanent, and he funneled all of his efforts into becoming one of the pioneers of this new field. Over a decade, he set up the infrastructure for a department of bio-mechanics inside the school of engineering, department which he ended up running. He never stopped advocating for the ethical treatment of bio-based mechanical composites, and he treasured as the most important accomplishment of his life the fact that he managed to convince the scientific community to qualify them as life. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

Naturally, the librarian told the boys’ parents and teachers the good news that Richard and Jack had singlehandedly made the second dome happen, very excited about the spirit of adventure the two had displayed and praising the innovative approach they took to create something so extraordinary. To her great surprise, but not Richard and Jack’s, who wished they could have moved to a parallel universe where people didn’t disapprove of the plant and anyone associated with it, the boy’s parents didn’t take lightly to the news that their son, whom they trusted to know what he was allowed to do and what he wasn’t and who was raised to never displease his elders in the slightest, was the main protagonist in the propagation of something they considered the annihilation of their values and way of life. Nothing, not the increased factory output, not the new foundry, not the plethora of new devices that clearly had made her life easier would ever convince Carol that the plant wasn’t evil, and by association, she considered anybody who interacted with it evil too. The fact that her son was one of ‘those people’ was a serious blow to her maternal fulfillment, and something she mourned going forward, making sure her grief weighed down heavier than a tombstone on the hearts of the other family members.Tom was conflicted about the plant, since he kind of liked the fact that he didn’t have to break his back to provide and the future looked just a little safer and brighter than before, but then again, in his entire marriage he did everything in his power not to displease his wife, so he did what was expected of him and had a stern conversation with their son. That conversation was the last he and Richard had, because from that day forward he decided to give his son the silent treatment. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

“Of all the crazy things you ever came up with, Jack, I, for once, can’t believe you’re making me do this!” Richard said, exhausted and sweating profusely in the unforgiving sunshine, as he tried to force his shovel through the obstinate dirt. They had been at it since the first rays of dawn, about five hours or so ago, and the meager area they had managed to till got lost in the vastness of land yet to be confronted.“Shut up and dig, Snake, we only have a week to make this valley of tears look planted,” Jack mumbled through his teeth, just as exhausted as his friend and in a vile mood.“What do you think people assume when they see us walk into the desert with a heavy bag and shovels?” Richard asked, panting from the effort but not slowing down the pace.“What did you want us to carry our supplies in? Glass jars?” Jack asked.“I’m just saying,” Richard gasped, struggling to dislodge a large rock from the middle of the border he was trying to define, a place from which the cursed thing refused to budge. “You know, if our parents wanted to devise a punishment for our creative truth telling, this would probably be it!”“Don’t mess with karma, dude!” Jack said philosophically, suddenly distracted by the fact that digging got a lot easier than it had been so far, and upon further examination he noticed he was shoveling through soft silt. “This medium is completely worthless!” he cussed under his breath.“Just mix it in with clay, I’m sure it’ll be fine!” Richard suggested, wiping his brow.“And where do I get the clay?” Jack asked, and then, following Richard’s unspoken directions, retorted. “Since when are you the expert in plantings?”“Since you made me study them. Hey!” Richard suddenly remembered. “Why is karma punishing me? It was your idea!”“You unleashed Brenda upon plant land,” Jack justified himself.“You made us break into the lab!” Richard protested.“You sneaked into the factory and didn’t tell anybody about the plant!” Jack said.Richard pondered it for a bit, then shrugged.“Still,” he said. “Harsh!”“So, what are we planting,” Jack asked, “before I collapse of heat exhaustion?”“Succulents,” Richard said. “From over there,” he pointed somewhere in the distance, where one of the springs had created a little oasis of greenery.“Oh, no, that’s great,” Jack kvetched, “as long as we don’t have to make several half mile trips to get them!”“Would you rather have carried them from town?” Richard replied. “Besides, they’re native to this area, if we have one chance in a million to keep something growing here, they’re it,” he frowned.“You know?” Jack said, filling the bag with clay to amend the silty soil. “Maybe this was not the best idea in the world.”“Now you’re telling me!??” Richard burst with annoyance. He looked towards the dome and got instantly aggravated. “That stupid plant made a rain forest in the middle of this desert and we can’t even grow cacti!”“Maybe we should have started by building a dome,” Jack commented sarcastically.“That’s it!” Richard threw in the shovel. “I’m done! I’m not dying in this damned place! I’m going home!” he exclaimed, and then he felt both guilty and ridiculous about the protest and he headed towards the oasis in the distance to grab some plants.“Hey!” Jack yelled from behind him. “What about the water source?”“Details will take care of themselves, Jack! Look at the big picture!” Richard responded without turning around, suddenly irritated again.The next day they stopped the planting to score a little watercourse through the petrified dirt and bring a shy trickle from the dome to the site. One couldn’t tell whether it was luck or science that made it so that the dome was uphill from the planting site and not too far from it, either, and the boys were, frankly, too tired for this sort of philosophical musings.The environmental recovery area didn’t feature tree saplings, to Carol’s unspoken disappointment. Despite the limitations of climate and location, she had always envisioned the boys’ project as a new born evergreen forest. Carol didn’t show her lack of enthusiasm, and as always she encouraged her son to continue, a little confused about his sudden shift in interest from mechanics to botany and trying to convince herself that all of his work was for a good cause.The planted acre had served its purpose, which was mainly to be anything other than the brimstone laden dome. There was no expectation on anyone’s part that it would be a smashing success. The plants didn’t prosper by any stretch of the imagination, but they didn’t die either, holding on for dear life under the heartless sun. Both spiky and succulents hesitated for quite a while, unsure whether to adjust to their new home or not, but nobody was the wiser about that, because their thick and shiny foliage looked frozen in time, hiding the drama underneath their skin.“Have you ever thought about all the things we’ve done lately, all because of this blessed plant, dude?” Jack asked Richard later, while they were trying to co

The pan flutes played second fiddle for the time being, with Jack and Richard involved in the construction of a new Brenda and filling up the forms required to enroll it into the science fair. All the while, Richard’s parents and sisters walked around him on eggshells, making sure he wasn’t disturbed, bringing him his favorite foods and providing any assistance he happened to need.The new Brenda was finished, packed and shipped, in a wave of anticipation and enthusiasm. This was the third Brenda already, if one didn’t count the oldest prototype, and it had become more and more sophisticated, since Richard felt the need to add features with every iteration.The one thing that didn’t change was the device’s distinctive jellyfish configuration, and every time he thought about that, Richard was grateful that the plant swallowed Brenda One, who would have been a dead give-away of their trespassing and meddling in things that didn’t concern them. He sometimes thought about his secret weekend universe, the one where everything was in its place, the one he didn’t have to share with anyone, and he felt guilty about wanting to keep this little mechanical kingdom of his from Jack, who seemed to love it as much as he did.Things used to be so much simpler back then, before the Brendas and the pan flutes, even though he had to admit the aforementioned gadgets were running circles around anything else Richard had built. As far as the pan flutes were concerned, if there is one truth to nature, it is that it abhors pointlessness, so the plant had found an use for the creepy little buggers: they organized themselves into some sort of beehive, inside which they melted the blossoms the plant was blooming especially for them into a little metallic maze where they retreated at night. The design of the metal structure was unbelievably intricate, but in the way nature designs, not man, no two compartments alike, but all bearing a resemblance that didn’t leave any room for doubt that they served the same purpose. It was wild, and intentional at the same time, and Richard couldn’t help but be in awe of the ingenuity of the little creatures.Of course, because they were not based in biology, like Brenda, but pure mechanical devices, the pan flutes didn’t mind the high temperatures the plant generated when it didn’t have to protect living things, but even so, he had to wonder how they managed to generate enough energy to melt steel, and since Richard didn’t see how they could heat up to a few thousand Kelvins without melting themselves, he assumed they must have incorporated the plant’s electrolytic properties and were molding the metal by putting it in flux.They hummed to each other, to point out the good locations to pick falling blossoms, and worked so diligently at tidying up their metal sculpture of a home they seemed to have been designed specifically for this purpose. The mystery was solved a few hours later, when Richard noticed a real beehive hanging from an end vine close to the top of the dome.“It’s amazing!” Jack exclaimed. “This thing assimilates the properties of everything it comes in contact with! I can’t believe it infused the pan flutes with bee behavior!”“We really need to go inside the dome, Jack!” Richard said, amazed at the pan flutes’ transformation.“Did you hear a single word I said?” Jack shook him. “This thing adopts the qualities of everything that goes inside it! At best we’re going to have obsessive pan flutes that like to build little machines, at worst we’re going to build ourselves an anthill and insist on living inside it!”“Or a burrow,” Richard said, following the logic. “It would make more sense, size wise.” He stopped for a second, to contemplate the possibility. “I hope I don’t inherit the behaviors of a water rodent, I’d rather not get inside that swamp, it really stinks!”He managed to convince Jack, though, after constantly arguing his point, and reminding him a million times that the librarian seemed to have made it out ok.“I wonder,” Jack postulated, “if there isn’t a little tree frog in there, chasing pan flutes and wearing rain boots!”“Only one way to find out,” Richard smiled.“But I can smell the swamp from here,” Jack complained with a disgusted look on his face. “I’m sure getting closer is not going to make it better,” he used the last argument in his arsenal.“You know we’re going, right?” Richard ended the debate.“Unfortunately,” Jack sighed.The next weekend they started out bright and early, donning rain clogs on a sunny morning and grunting under the weight of the bags they carried. Richard wanted to make sure they had plenty of means to record and immortalize whatever they found inside the dome, and pads of paper to jot down a few notes if they had to. Between those, the bottles of water, the snacks and a change of clothes the bags were heavier than lead.“At least it’s not scrap metal,” Jack mumbled under his breath.“We’re almost there,” Richard picked up the pace, to reach the dome that

The rumor about new metallic creatures roaming around in the swamp dome brought agitation and endless discussions in the community. The general hypothesis was that the life entity, or whatever you wanted to call the plant-pipe-dome-wildlife combination, had somehow evolved to create its own species, a thought both worrisome and blasphemous for many of the city’s inhabitants.Richard’s family members, who had never been anywhere near the swamp dome, and who gathered all the information about the mechanical critters through hearsay, never connected the terrifying description of the crawling pan flutes to the innocent looking weather vane their son had designed. They had been around for enough of Richard’s contraptions to cease finding them scary looking, especially after the two versions of Brenda.Besides, with the plant taking over the pipe manifold and all the consequences thereof, whatever Richard managed to build in his spare time didn’t get the benefit of their full attention.On top of everything, Diane had had an argument with her boyfriend and the entire household was on call to bring her comfort foods and listen to her wildly swerving stories. Stacey had enrolled in a dancing class and was driving everybody crazy with the constant tapping, which went up the stairwell like through a resonating chamber, to find its way straight into Richard’s room, amplified.Little Teddy was finally exiting his terrible twos, to the relief, albeit unspoken, of the entire family. Carol wouldn’t have anybody say a single bad word about the little boy, who, as she often liked to mention, didn’t know any better.So, there they were, in the middle of the daily family drama, discussing the tiny invaders, who were a lot more worrisome to the city folk than the plant because they had no roots, while the family dog ran around, completely out of control, spilling his bowl of food and overturning furniture in his wake.“Wouldn’t you know it? They never found out how the plant spread to the hot springs area to begin with,” Carol commented as she sliced the pound cake, distributing it evenly between the dessert plates. “I know nothing good could come out of that, that place is completely forsaken. I guess we’re lucky it evolved those ridiculous looking crawling creatures and not something really dangerous.”“You don’t know that! You don’t know they’re not dangerous!” Tom said. “Who knows what else is slithering inside that dome, nobody ever got inside it to do a real survey, it might be crawling with metal alligators, for all we know.”“You think somebody could have done this on purpose?” Carol asked, incredulous.“Done what?” Tom asked.“You know, the plant, and everything else around it. Do you think somebody planted it?” Carol continued her thought.“How else would it have gotten there?” Tom argued.“I don’t know,” Carol suggested, “maybe the wind carried its seeds, or something.”“It’s not very likely that it can propagate by seed,” Tom contradicted her, going over the information they kept churning over in the town halls lately.“Sure it can!” Carol said, very sure of herself. “Anything can propagate by seed, that’s why the plants make seed, it wouldn’t make any sense otherwise.” She paused for a second, and then she realized that she was sick and tired about having that dreadful plant and all the other things associated with it run their dinner conversation every single night. “Enough about the plant!” she said, effectively ending the subject, and then turned towards Richard. “How was school today, honey? Did you and Jack talk to your science teacher about enrolling Brenda in the science fair?”“Not yet, mom. The teacher is still trying to decide which science fair would be most appropriate,” Richard replied, with his mouth full, determined to linger on this precarious subject as little as possible.“I haven’t seen Jack lately, not since he came to ask us if you could help him with that wildlife restoration project. How thoughtful of him to include you, dear! This is exactly the kind of activity your father and I would love to see you more involved in, rather than watch you spend all of your time putting together those gizmos of yours, you know? Get out, experience nature, breathe in fresh air, do something wholesome like bringing the native habitat back to balance,” she said. “Not that we don’t appreciate your scientific curiosity, it’s just…we worry sometimes. No boy your age should spend so much time alone,” she smiled encouragingly at his son, who almost choked on the pound cake. Tom nodded in agreement, which made it clear to Richard that his parents had given a lot of thought to his and Jack’s latest commitment. “So, how is it going? Have you planted a lot of little tree saplings?”Richard made an extreme effort not fall back in shock at Jack’s latest reality embellishment, which, technically speaking, was not even a lie: they were working to preserve wildlife, if only in its hybrid mechanical form, and the project did involve being o

The meetings at the town hall were so common that one could almost randomly stop by and find oneself right in a middle of one. The scientific team decided to stick around for a while, partly in response to the town folks’ insistent requests for continuous updates, and partly because they were so excited to study this new embodiment of life, any other project felt dull in comparison.Jack and Richard arrived somewhere in the middle of the current meeting, but they were so familiar with the subject matter by now that they were always able to fill in the details, so they found a couple of seats somewhere in the back and made themselves comfortable.“So you are saying that…” somebody from the first row was making sure they understood the biologist correctly.“It is a living entity,” the biologist replied.“What part of it, the plant and the extension ducts?” the other speaker replied. “We already know that!”“No, not only those, everything that it interacts with, the wall, the dome, the wildlife inside it, well, by extension, every person that enters it,” the biologist smiled.The audience gasped. For months, rumors of the plant being capable of integrating people into its dense network of stems have been circulating, rumors that the factory was very assiduously trying to dispel.“No, no!” the biologist realized he had touched the third rail of the communal subconscious fear. “Not like that!” he tried to reassure everybody. “It creates its own micro-climate, and everything inside it is a part of a coherent living organism. It adjusts itself to the warmth generated by the birds and plants,” he continued.“And humans,” a morose person pressed the point that displeased everyone.“And humans,” the biologist smiled. “It compensates for the heat transfered through metal and through glass, and for the energy generated by the movement of electrons. Did you know that the areas where birds are nesting have dropped their temperatures to a cozy ninety six degrees? It’s like a zoned climate system, with separate temperature controls.”“And if the birds leave?” the first person asked.“Than it goes back to getting hotter than the fires of Gehenna! How sweet of it to adjust its temperature for squirrels and mice, but it crisps us every chance it gets!” the morose man commented.“Actually, it doesn’t get above one hundred and twenty degrees anymore. At least not in the active work zones.”“I don’t believe it!” the man replied.“It also increased the ventilation rate and the oxygen content in populated areas. It feels almost…purposeful,” the biologist spoke. “I hesitate to call this intelligence, but it is certainly cohesive in demeanor and intent.”“See?” Richard whispered to Jack, excited. “I told you it steered clear of the storage room!”“You don’t believe that!” Jack contradicted him. “It went straight through a wall and you’re telling me that it avoided an open space on purpose!”“What makes you think it didn’t notice the wall?” Richard said.“Why would it want to go out into inclement weather?” Jack doubted.“Maybe it was curious,” Richard replied.“Get out of here!” Jack leaned back into his chair. “I think your love for this plant is making you crazy, dude! It’s just a plant!” he exclaimed.“Sure it is, Jack! Sure it is!” Richard smiled back at him.“Also,” the biologist continued the account of his latest research, “we noticed that it adjusted the percentages in the metal alloy of its petals to closely match the composition of our extrusion profiles. Our team concluded this is too specific for a random occurrence.”“Great! Now it’s mixing our alloys for us. What’s next? It messes with our breakfast?” the morose man replied.“One more thing,” the biologist said. “It seems to be very protective of all of its living components. I wouldn’t, for instance, try to remove any of the sparrows. I know some of you have complained about the…hhm…bird ‘accidents’ that happen on occasion.”“Why don’t you call a spade a spade, sir! It’s bird poop dropping on our heads,” the morose man replied.“I understand,” the biologist said. “Maybe we can take some protective measures, to mitigate that.”“Oh, come on!” the other man exclaimed, exasperated.“Well, that’s all we have for now, we’ll continue our research and keep you posted if there are any new developments,” the biologist smiled to the audience.Jack and Richard headed home, and since it was a nice warm evening at the end of spring, they decided to take the longer route and enjoy the weather. The route wandered through a couple of side streets and then merged into a larger road, through a commercial area, edged by little shops. Along the sides of the pedestrian alleys, the late blooming trees were shedding their last petals, sprinkling the walkways with fragrant clutter.“What do you think would happen to all the blossoms if they were allowed to fall to the ground?” Richard asked Jack, suddenly.“I really don’t know,” Jack thought for a second.“See, ‘cause if it were a normal plant, the petals would wilt and eve

It’s not that people don’t expect life to change, it is the way that change comes about that always catches them unprepared. Sometimes it is as trivial as rain on the day of the picnic that everybody had spent months planning and looking forward to, or as significant as a shift in circumstances that makes one’s life plans lose consistency, but these are things that people usually adapt to, that they talk about with their loved ones, and then, after sufficient time had passed, they put behind them and move on.Other changes can’t be assimilated gradually, because they just don’t fit in the general understanding of existence, and they put a kink in the smooth passage of time, a singularity of sorts, that divides life into before and after. The reality of the plant belonged to the second category, and no amount of commiseration could make it blend gradually into the fabric of life.Richard had made his choice the first time he had laid eyes on the defiant sprout that it was something worth protecting, so his heart wasn’t conflicted over the unreasonable changes that it had imposed on life as he knew it. Come to think of it, he was probably the only person in town that didn’t see the plant as a harbinger of the apocalypse.The fact that he had helped it along and unwittingly facilitated its integration into every single aspect of life in the city was something that he liked to keep to himself, not that he was ashamed of it, or anything, but he wasn’t very sure that his loved ones would appreciate it.“I so miss all that time when life was peaceful, and easy, you know?” Carol liked to complain to her friends, over the phone. “Before that plant dropped in from God knows where and ruined our lives,” she sighed, placing another basket of laundry in front of the Biologix self-sorting washer. The machine went to work, diligently, assessing the clothes by color, level of dinginess and set in stains and separating them into neat piles. “Remember?” Carol told her friend, “how uncomplicated things used to be?” She stopped talking, to give her friend a chance to reply and at the same time she muted the phone to remind the environmental controls that Tom had complained the living room was too hot the night before and to point out to Brenda that the hot water temperature was set at 125 degrees, when she really would have preferred 120.“I know, me too, right? It’s just this stupid plant, May, driving us all crazy!” Carol replied to her friend’s comment, coming from the other end of the line. “Want to meet later, grab a cup of coffee?” she ended the conversation, smiling politely, even though she was aware that her friend couldn’t see her through the phone.“It’s like they’re obsessed, obsessed, I tell you!” Richard couldn’t help venting frustration as soon as he met with Jack later at the malt shop. “I can’t picture a single annoyance that they wouldn’t find a way to blame on the plant! Sometimes I wish it were that omnipresent, at least they’d have a real reason to whine about it!”“Knock on wood, dude!” Jack shuddered. “Do you know my mom’s patient base grew significantly since last year? Apparently that plant of yours drives a lot of people nuts.”“You’re spending way too much time with your mother, man,” Richard scolded him. “Where is the Jack that didn’t hesitate to break an entering?”“Breaking an entering is one thing, having a plant automatically adjust the sound levels in your room is another,” he revealed the source of the latest inconvenience he attributed to biologically derived machines. “Do you know that my mother replaced my old music player with this new one that looks like it’s going to crawl into my ear and eat my brains, only because she was concerned about the level of decibels I feel comfortable with? I can’t turn up the sound on the new player, it just self-adjusts to a vibration level it finds acceptable,” he pointed out the irony of the situation. “She just got me a device that adjusts the settings to accommodate its own needs, not mine! And she’s happy with that, because she didn’t like the music running through my eardrums at a hundred decibels. But she never ceases to complain about how the biological machines are destroying life as we know it. Go figure!”“Why don’t you let me take a look at it,” Richard offered. “Maybe I can adjust it for you.”“That’s just it, you can’t! The music player is alive, it will wilt if subjected to a broader range of vibrations, if you adjust it for the decibel level it’s going to break down,” Jack explained.“Not to be a pest, dude, but why would you want to be subjected to a noise level that can kill a plant?” Richard tried to defend his argument.“Because I’m not a plant!” Jack protested. “I’m not going to contract powdery mildew either!”“Maybe it’s because the device is made of regular plant cells, maybe if we could make it out of the transgenic ones,” Richard got an idea.“NO!” Jack jumped, terrified. “You’re not unleashing plantzilla on me, Snake! Not in my own home!”“It was

The construction of Brenda two didn’t go as fast as Richard had hoped, in part because, strangely enough, designing a complete breakthrough in engine technology was really hard, and in part because, despite their continued promises to give him space to work, his parents and sisters couldn’t help themselves and their curiosity about the project’s development.When his family finally left him alone, Jack climbed through the window to help, managing to distract Richard so much with his constantly wandering chatter that he usually ended up abandoning the portion of work he had scheduled for the day and spent all the time listening to his friend’s latest finds of fresh gossip.Brenda two looked almost exactly like its older sister, if only a little smaller, but having to adapt the look of the old prototype to accommodate the functions of the new one presented an additional challenge that Richard could gladly have done without. From a design standpoint the structure and general aspect of the new prototype made absolutely no sense, and because of that when the big day finally arrived the boy showed up in the kitchen with an object that related to plumbing just as much as rope pertains to needlework.“I’ll be darned!” his father exclaimed at the sight of the smaller and overly designed mechanical jellyfish. “To be completely honest with you, I didn’t think you were going to pull this off. I know you weren’t designing a water heater, Ricky, but now that you actually made one, let’s see how it works, shall we?” he drew closer, looking forward to the demonstration. The rest of the family joined him, barely leaving Richard enough room to move around.Richard tapped the jellyfish on its head to make it release its grasp on his fingers and placed it on the long goose neck sprayer, right on top of the bend. Brenda dutifully attached itself to the spout, its display turning every color in the rainbow in a swirl of pastel pudding hues.“How on earth does this work?” his father couldn’t stop laughing, unsure if that was because Brenda looked absolutely hilarious, or because he was excited and emotional about his son’s innovative spirit.Richard waved a few passes over the surface of the display, brushing off the color with his palms and making it shift from rose to aqua and every nuance in between.“I assume rose stands for hot and aqua for cold,” Tom said. “A bit involved for a water heater, don’t you think? Although nothing to sneeze at, that’s for sure,” he commented, all the while thinking that constraints often yielded the greatest discoveries and extremely proud of his son, even though he had a bit of a moral quandary showing it at this time, all lies considered. “You should enter this in the science fair for real this time,” he suggested. “Why didn’t you tell us about it?”Richard was instantly grateful to Jack and his constant pestering to get their story straight, and he eagerly produced the latest and greatest version of their joint scenario, version which was guaranteed to satisfy both the curiosity and the pride of the family members.Upon finishing the demonstration, Richard tapped Brenda gently on the head and the colorful jellyfish released the spout from its transparent tentacles.“You mean you can attach this to any pipe anywhere?” Tom’s pride at his son’s inventiveness went up a peg or two.“Yes,” Richard said, relieved that his many hours of stress sweating over Brenda two at least earned him a reprieve from uncomfortable questions.“You know, in better days I would take this to the factory and show it off, but now I have no untouched pipe branch to demonstrate it on, the darn plant is managing all the environmental controls now, it would be redundant. I can’t stand the darn thing, it makes me feel superfluous,” he frowned. “The system balances itself, and keeps within the tolerance range, even if I wanted to control it myself, it wouldn’t allow me. To think that I’ve been replaced by a plant, it’s so embarrassing!”“It’s no worse than automated controls,” Richard felt the need to defend the good work Brenda number one was so evidently doing, hidden from view inside the plant’s vascular system. He wondered what the jellyfish looked like right now, and if the plant warped it in some way, to adapt it to its needs.“I don’t like it one bit, it’s like the factory is going to manage itself soon, we’re just there to enjoy the view. I guess we’re lucky we’re still needed, that fiendish plant is keeping us all on our toes, you never know what you’ll run into from one day to the next. Did I tell you it built itself a secondary system, ready to take over in case anything goes wrong with the main? I’m not comfortable handing over the controls to a plant! It’s a plant!” Tom suddenly recalled the source of his frustration.“I’m sure its inner workings are infinitely more intricate than any piece of machinery anybody can devise,” Richard protested, to his father’s great surprise.“What do you mean?” his father asked.Tom looked at his s

Everything would have gone well for Jack and Richard, as much as one could expect under the circumstances, if it weren’t for the parents’ and the teachers’ curiosity. Come summer, everybody was on pins and needles to learn the results of the science fair, where, they had no doubt, the boys’ project was certain to grab the interest of the evaluating committee.After unsuccessful attempts to get the pertinent information from Jack, Mrs. Jenkins decided to take the matter into her own hands and reach out to the various science fairs, in the hope of surprising the two by sharing with everybody their outstanding results. When her phone inquiries turned out nothing, she thought that the school principal might have a better grasp of the ins and outs of these competitions, and she asked him for assistance. The principal researched all the science fairs in the area himself, but none of them happened to feature any bio-engines at the time, so, a little puzzled by the conflicting information, he called Jack’s mother, to find out the name of his cousin.Jack’s mother wasn’t able to shed any light on his query, due to the fact that Jack didn’t have any cousins that she knew of, and this was the first time she’d ever seen her son show interest in a science fair, since the boy seemed to be drawn to artistic endeavors, rather than technical ones.The principal then called Carol, who knew even less about the details of the project. She had shown great interest in its development right from the very beginning, but her interest was more from the standpoint of maternal pride, as a great piece of news to be shared with friends and neighbors.By the time the boys got back from school, both of their houses were on full alert. Carol sent Richard to his room until his father returned from work, unwilling to deal with whatever it was that made Richard get in trouble at school.The boy went to his room, almost relieved to have a couple of hours to himself, to cook up an explanation before he had to face the music. He used his time wisely, revising his story, and worrying that he would not be able to coordinate it with Jack if the need arose. When his father finally got home, the tiredness of a long day was amplified by the fact that he now had to discipline his son. Dinner was a lot quieter than usual, with both father and son searching for a way to avoid the mandatory conversation.“Your mother tells me that the school principal called,” his father finally started, wishing he were anywhere else instead. “He mentioned there was no science fair in the whole district,” he said, softly, and continued after a long pause. “What on earth are you two up to, Richard?” he asked, uncomfortable, swallowing his words.“I’m going to strangle Jack,” Richard thought. “It’s just as simple as that.” He couldn’t come up with any reasonable explanation for the web of truth enhancements, so he looked around, in search of inspiration.“I hear Jack’s mother never heard of that cousin of his, on account of the fact that he doesn’t exist,” Tom continued, unable to stifle his sarcasm. Richard’s gaze was still sweeping the room and his mind grabbed hold of the first image his eyes came upon, which was the tankless water heater.“We wanted it to be a surprise, we didn’t know whether it would work, so we didn’t want to let anybody know before we tested it,” Richard replied in an embarrassed mumble, looking at his plate.“Didn’t know if what would work?” his father’s questioning continued.“The bio-engine. We wanted to make a chlorophyll enabled solar heater,” he blurted the first words that came to his mind. His father gave him a long, probing look. It was quite obvious that he didn’t believe a single word Richard had said, but he wanted to demonstrate to his son that lies never lead a person to a good place, and he was willing to allow the deception to continue to the inevitable point where the fibs imploded onto themselves.“Ok,” he said. “Now we all know about it, so you no longer need to hide your work. Why don’t you bring your prototype here and show us how it works?” he suggested.“That one was a first draft,” Richard improvised on the spot, with a sudden appreciation for Jack’s talent to make up stuff on cue and somewhat relieved that some of his friend’s useful skill seemed to have rubbed off on him. “It’s not working-working,” he continued. “We were in the process of refining the concept,” he said, and his father interrupted him with an impatient hand gesture.“We know, we all saw the little jellyfish. That was an almost finished gadget, was it not?”“Which broke, unfortunately,” Richard didn’t skip a beat, “Jack and I dropped it on accident just as we were about to test it for the first time.”“That’s regrettable,” his father kept him on the hook, “after all that hard work you guys put into it! What was it, five, six weeks?”“Two months,” Richard corrected him.“I hope you get a new working prototype soon, we’re all very curious about how it works.” Richard nodded with

The plant reached the back wall and went through it, as if it didn’t encounter any resistance, as if the wall wasn’t there at all. It was very strange how the two systems crossed without interacting, like they belonged to parallel realities, or different time lines. There didn’t seem to be a wall cavity where the hybrid pipe penetrated it, and through the vaguely translucent material of the new branch one could actually see that.Nobody questioned the new development, for more reasons than one, but mostly because after having lived with this constantly changing story for a while, about the plant that wouldn’t go away, people got kind of tired of worrying about it all the time. Everybody acknowledged the wall penetration that wasn’t there and simply put it out of their mind, in order to ensure life as they knew it continued to make sense. Those who couldn’t ignore it, because they stumbled upon it’s intrusive presence in their daily activity, simply refused to talk about it, or acknowledge its presence, and went on about their daily lives, overseeing the operations of the hybrid bio-machinery, which, for what it was worth, increased its output again, by another twenty percent.As projected, the plant bloomed abundantly, and the harvest of petals was so heavy with iron and tin that it weighed the nets down, like a veritable miraculous catch. The sheer quantity of metal that required processing pushed the foundry project to the front burner. The design team worked around the clock to produce and coordinate the plans for it and the next few months passed in a flurry of construction activity, frustration over having to deal with the plant in places one couldn’t anticipate it would go and concern that the storage facilities were vastly undersized for the anticipated production.Jack and Richard decided to lay low for a while, now that Jack’s cousin’s project had already been submitted to the science fair, awaiting evaluation.“How was your day, hon?” Carol asked Tom at the dinner table, as it was the family custom.“I don’t want to talk about it,” the latter replied sharply, then, realizing that he had been inexplicably harsh, turned towards the children for help. “Any news about your science project, Ricky? You haven’t mentioned it lately,” he asked his eldest son, who flinched at the sound of the reviled diminutive.“Not yet, dad. There are a lot of projects in the competition, they’re not going to finish evaluating them until the beginning of summer,” he said.“That was quite something, what you did there! What was it, anyway? It looked like a mechanical jellyfish!” he enticed his son to talk about one of his favorite subjects, thus avoiding the fact that the last thing in the universe he wanted to remember during family dinner was that stupid plant, which seemed to be mocking him, was always in his face.Richard started talking about the bio-similar engine he had supposedly been designing, with a lot less enthusiasm than anticipated. The description of the device’s components and function was actually correct, for the most part, but the thought of dear Brenda living its altered purpose somewhere in the entrails of the giant plant haunted him. Fortunately for him his sister interrupted him to ask their father when they were going to get the puppy he promised.Tom reached for this unexpected rescue rope like it was salvation itself, and the rest of dinner was dedicated to the qualities and defects of the various dog breeds, details regarding their care and feeding, and assigning dog responsibilities to all the family members, on a carefully put together schedule meant to grace the refrigerator door. When the dog discussion was exhausted he turned to his next best hope, Carol, who always had something to say, usually touching upon light, cheerful and inconsequential subjects, guaranteed not to give anybody indigestion.Carol gracefully obliged, regaling the family with a spellbinding story about the way they had changed items from one side of the grocery store to the other, move which made the flow through the isles while shopping a little more logical, but took some getting used to. She then gave a detailed account of what seasonal items they did or did not have available, and mentioned she saw Mrs. Jenkins, who was also out food shopping, but the latter was way on the other side of the store and didn’t see her when she waved. Carol carefully kept out of the narrative the fact that she had ran into three or four acquaintances while shopping, all of whom were none too eager to complain about the plant, the wall, the pipe manifold that wasn’t, the unfairness of life and in a more general context, the end of time.After dinner, Tom encouraged Richard to go out and meet with his friends, concerned by his son’s recent lack of interest in socializing, so the latter, to keep things running smoothly inside the family unit, decided to go to the malt shop, where he hoped might run into Jack.Jack wasn’t there, but the malt shop was

While the town analyzed the feasibility studies for a new foundry, Richard kept refining his prototype until he brought it from the size of a table to that of a giant jellyfish. It looked like a jellyfish too, with one side smooth and rounded, glimmering with strange colored lights when its sensitive insides were stimulated by bouncing electrons, and the other featuring long and flexible transparent tubes, which moved of their own accord, like weird tentative tentacles trying to feel their way around their surroundings. The tubes twitched when the hot sap moved through them.For all his open-mindedness, Jack was reluctant to touch the strange contraption, expecting it to be cold and slimy, like the skin of a frog.“Get that thing away from me, man! It looks alive!” he recoiled.“I sure hope so. She is,” Richard responded, his eyes shining with pride. “Don't you be mean to her!” he placed the squirming artificial jellyfish back in its box while giving Jack the evil eye.“It's a she?” Jack laughed. “What do you mean she's alive?”“Brenda. She is part plant, sort of,” Richard frowned, not knowing exactly what to call a synthetic entity that needed to eat and could feel touch, and whose sap flowed through its transparent tubes grace to the steady pulse of an artificial heart.“Who's Brenda?” Jack teased.“My grandmother,” Richard deflated his excitement.“Have you finished it?” Jack asked, pulling closer to give the artificial jellyfish a closer look, and couldn't help flinching when the creature twitched its long tentacles unexpectedly. “Holy smokes!” he jumped backwards, freaked out. Richard started laughing.“Pretty much! Care to accompany us to the factory and witness the big unveiling?” he asked.“Wouldn't miss it for the world! When are we going?” Jack asked, still eyeing the gizmo with apprehension. “Oh, please, dude, put a lid on that box, that thing looks like it's staring at me!”“Saturday, I think,” Richard covered Brenda, to make his friend happy. “I just want to make sure nobody's going to be there, they're surveying the factory endlessly since they started evaluating the plans for its expansion.”They started out bright and early on a dreary Saturday, when mother nature added another challenge to the boys' full schedule of making excuses for the use of their time: they now had to explain to their parents what kind of rocks were so important to their school project that they justified braving the whims of the weather in the middle of wilderness.They walked, wretched, in the soupy drizzle, not talking much, chilled to the bone and trying to keep dry as best they could.“Nice day you picked for us, Snake!” Jack complained, shivering.“The worse it is, the lower our chances to find somebody else there,” Richard felt obligated to defend himself.The factory floor was empty, its machinery glistening in the shade of the exuberant plant, and stretchy steel nets in various stages of installation were following the green and coppery contours of the plant canopy, graceful and moving in the currents of the air conditioning flow, like a delicate veil. The boys had reached shelter just in time, before a howling wind whipped the rain against the window and dragged gloomy clouds across the sky.“Not a moment too soon, man!” Jack shuddered as he looked out the window at a sky that got darker and darker as the bulk of the storm clouds approached. “What now?”“Let's bring Brenda to meet her kin,” Richard joked. He pulled the jellyfish out of the box and placed it gently on a large branch of the vine, close to a junction point with the pipe. Brenda wrapped her arms really tight against the vine and started extending a network of almost invisible mycelia into it. The vine started thickening visibly at that location, as if trying to make more of its sap available to the strange new graft. Brenda extended a second set of tentacles that attached themselves securely to the pipe structure.“So, how does it work?” Jack asked, suddenly more amenable to Brenda's strange look, now that he saw it in its natural environment, so to speak. The interface's screen lit up in a sequence of colors and densities that looked like colorful pudding swirling in a blender.“The color variations tell us whether the plant and the distribution manifold are synchronized for optimal utility,” Richard explained. “Right now the pipes are a couple of degrees off. Watch this!” he said, and started adjusting the environmental controls of that factory zone, with the careful and meticulous moves one would utilize to find a precise radio wavelength inside a sea of static. The display ceased its candy colored swirls and settled on a bright green gradient, shimmery like the surface of the ocean.“Did you actually change the temperature for the entire distribution manifold?” Jack couldn't believe his eyes.“Only by a couple of degrees,” Richard replied, very calm.“You're going to blow us up to smithereens! You don't know what a two degree temperature change will do to the syste

“I don't understand this fantasy project of yours, what exactly is that interface you're talking about going to do?” Jack frowned, trying to make sense of his friend's idea.“Think about it, what made the plant grow in the steam pipes in the first place?” Richard asked, and when he met Jack's befuddled gaze he answered his own question. “It needs the high temperature and the pressure, but what if it's not in any range, but the precise one the distribution system functions at?”He caught Jack's skeptical look and continued anyway. “Of course there will be no way of really knowing that until our new cutting takes root.”“If our new cutting takes root,” Jack corrected him. “It will be a true miracle if that plant sprouts roots, after two whole months.”“When that cutting roots,” Richard said, as if he hadn't heard him, “given the different conditions, it will probably develop a different response to them.” Jack tried very hard to hide a yawn.“This is important, Jack!” his friend protested.“Sorry, man. What do I care if the stupid plant changes its response? It's a plant.”“That has evolved enough to turn all the machines back on, because it liked them that way,” Richard pointed out.“So what?” Jack retorted.“I was thinking of synchronizing the plant and the machine, you know?” he looked at Jack, whose expression said he didn't. “Finding a way to know how much energy the plant feeds back into the system and what conditions it likes best.”“I don't understand a thing you're saying, dude. Whatever! What do you want me to do?” Jack interrupted him.“I need you to find a reason to get me out of the house every day for three hours,” Richard replied.“I'm not a miracle worker, Richard!” Jack protested.“Don't be modest, Jack! If anybody can cook up a story that would stand on its end, it's you!” Richard encouraged him. Jack shook his head, flattered but still uncertain.“I'll think of something,” he eventually agreed. “I'm not promising anything, mind you!” he pointed out to Richard. “Don't get your hopes up,” he warned.The story of how Richard built a synthetic biology interface between the plant and the machine paled in comparison with the tale his friend concocted for him to supplant it, tale that involved a never before heard of second cousin of his from out of town, the latter's life-long dream to participate in a science competition for school age children that didn't exist, the challenge of a theoretical engine that ran on bio-fuel, ample library time for writing down the research papers, and the justification for building a gizmo whose function nobody could possibly understand.Richard was thrilled, and had to admit that his friend had gone above and beyond in his ability to reshape people's perceptions in order to accommodate their current needs. Not only did Jack give him the three hours he requested, but he also produced an explanation for the device, which was kind of too large to hide, a pre-approved list of parts Richard couldn't do without and a reasonable justification for parts he might need in the future that he might have left out.The construction of the device advanced slowly, and the more it progressed, the less the gizmo made sense to anybody who saw it. It looked like a miniature robot and behaved like a plant, moving hot sap through its transparent tubes, with a cathodic tube at one end and what could only be described as roots at the other.Richard's parents and siblings saw the weird device, and even though it was a lot more peculiar than the boy's usual fare, they didn't think twice about it. Stacey even joked that it looked like a plant that blooms television sets.“How are we going to transport this to the factory?” Jack exclaimed the first time he saw the semi-finished device. Richard gestured impatiently, to convey that was the least of his concerns.“This is just a prototype, the final object is going to be a lot smaller,” he commented.“Thank goodness for that! It would be kind of difficult to explain bringing beautiful here to the factory floor,” Jack said, relieved.Meanwhile, somewhere in the arid outskirts of the city, from a hot, somewhat smelly swamp, a little sprout emerged, a little hesitant at first, but then, feeling established, it unfurled its leaves and tendrils and asserted exclusive rights over its sweltering home and weaved itself through the rusty pipes and scraps of metal that Richard and Jack had brought to feed it.It looked so different from the plant at the factory, due to the differences in water solutes, temperature and pressure, that the team who had volunteered their efforts to nip in the bud any expansion of the plant beyond the factory floor didn't recognize it at first, especially since many of them, who weren't working there, haven't actually seen the original. It took the complaint of a weekend sight-seer, who claimed a hot plant pinched her when she touched it, to make them give the eager sprout a second look.When the identity of the plant was confirmed, a new wave of co

The news that the plant restarted all the machines spread through the town at lightning speed. Most people didn't believe it, pointing out that it was more likely that somebody with a peculiar sense of humor decided to pull a prank. Others ventured less benign explanations, covering the entire range from alien conspiracies (apparently Jack was not alone in his search for extraterrestrial involvement) to the impending apocalypse.Regardless of the explanation, all the town's folks were nervous, in equal parts due to the unexplained nature of the occurrence and its potential impact on the future of the factory.Nobody managed to figure out how the vine got into the steam pipes, and even less on how it changed itself to survive in such a hostile environment, but the botanists finally managed to figure out what kind of plant it was. It seemed to be a distant relative of the Carolina Jessamine vine, poor man's rope, as they called it, at least that's what it started out as, before it mutated twice and shed its biological shell to evolve into a partly inorganic hybrid.Despite all the hype around external intervention, alien, divine or otherwise, the scientific basis of what had happened to facilitate the evolution the plant into what it was now was quite self-explanatory, which made the cascading sequence of consequences even more difficult to accept, because, in people's minds, nothing this straightforward should have been allowed to radically change life as they knew it. The scientists' theory about alternate electron transfer between one side of the pipe and the other, transfer that put the pipe itself in a perpetual state of flux, became a very popular subject of conversation around the dinner table, and even young children became adept at reproducing it adequately, even if not understanding it completely. After a while, the concept of a plant that self-welds to metal stopped raising eyebrows in the community, even in its most skeptical of members.The only entity not in the least affected by the commotion was the plant itself, which minded its chlorophyll driven life quietly, happy to thrive in its new environment. The production output went up another ten percent during the following month, but everybody was too spooked by the strange bio-mechanical monster to notice.Overall nothing had changed, other than the impressive increase in the factory's output, nothing, that is, if one could bring oneself to ignore the giant presence in the middle of the floor, whose coppery-green mass of leaves, sprouts and curlicues filled up every nook and cranny between the pieces of machinery. Nobody could.“I can't deal with this!” Tom blurted at the dinner table, frustrated, while Carol tried to maintain a pleasant family atmosphere, for the benefit of everyone's digestion.“I'm sure it's not that bad, honey! What can it possibly do to annoy you, it's just a plant,” she tried to appease him.“It's not just a plant! It's evil spawn, I tell you, the malevolent sprout from … you know where!” he said, remembering Carol's ban on mentioning evil inside the house. “Nothing alive should be able to thrive at three hundred degrees!” Tom fumed, even more irate. “Look at this! Look! Look! Have you seen this?!” he pointed to a burn on the back of his arm, burn that unfortunately didn't require an explanation. “I shouldn't be able to burn myself with foliage! Inside!” he ranted.“Have you guys tried training it on a string?” Carol asked in an attempt to be helpful, unaware of the fact that the entire concept of interacting with plant life in the context of factory production was simply unthinkable to a technically minded person.“No, Carol! We haven't tried training it on a string! Should I be mindful of any other gardening practices? Do we need to fertilize it on occasion? Prune it, to keep it healthy? Oh, wait! We can't prune it! And you know why? Because it's made of metal and sprouted by the unholy one himself to bring misery to our lives!” he ranted, exasperated.“No need to take out your frustrations on me, I have my hands full around here too!” Carol protested, smiling reassuringly to the children. The girls rolled their eyes and returned to their side conversation, and Richard pretended not to pay attention, so he could get as much out of the discussion as he was able.“I'm sorry, dear! We're all at wit's end. Yesterday we had clear out a whole section of storage before the menace found its way inside and wrecked the lot of it. It's like the cursed think has a mind of its own, I swear to you! After we were done clearing the space, the vine looped around itself and steered clear of the area altogether, and now we have to waste another day and move everything back,” he complained.“Well, at least the output is not affected. Or the capacity,” Carol kept looking for the silver lining.“It's not our capacity, it's its capacity! Only God knows what it will do next! How can you be so calm?!” he snapped at his wife again.“What can I do? I offered yo

It's not that Richard wanted to get himself in trouble, but his curiosity always seemed to get the better of him, and since the plant problem was now the center of all the town folk's attention, which gave his parents little time to organize his schedule, he had plenty of time to dedicate to his research.In the meantime, the lab results were finalized, to be presented to an already weary audience who didn't think they were going to hear anything they didn't already know. The real surprise came from the X-ray scans. The plant's tuberous roots were weaving through the pipes and taking up sufficient space to make the steam inside them run at higher pressure. There didn't seem to be a beginning or an end in this incredible system of ramifications, which exhibited the same strange behavior as its exterior counterpart, seeming to float inside the pipe, and touch it only at the penetration points.A team of experts was convened, from many institutions in the surrounding areas, and representing many different fields, to assess the nature of the problem and come up with solutions. They spent a month to analyze the situation from every angle, time during which the plant, luckily,seemed to have reached a certain equilibrium with its environment and stopped leafing out of control. When the experts reached their conclusion, they returned to a hopeful audience with their findings and a list of options. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

One thing was sure: Richard was terrible at hiding the truth, and the last drop of it was pulled out of his tormented psyche despite his efforts; it came out in painful, somewhat inarticulate blobs as Jack attacked the matter from all sides, placing strategic questions at the critical points of the story, to eliminate the possibility of any important details being left out. After he squeezed the whole truth out of his friend, like one would get the last glob of toothpaste from an almost empty tube, he seemed content with the results, and pondered deep in thought for a while. He had that preoccupied look on his face, the one he got when he was planning something, which was exactly what Richard dreaded.“We're not doing anything about this, you hear me?” he tried to jump in front of his friend's speeding train of thought, but he knew his efforts were wasted, because once Jack made up his mind, very few things in the universe were capable of changing it. His mother's disapproval was one of them, and Richard grabbed onto that unlikely straw with the despair of a drowning person.“Think how upset your mother would be if she found out we broke into the factory at a time like this! We can't do that to her, dude!” he told Jack, responsibly.“She wouldn't be more upset than your dad!” Jack replied, giving his friend a long, probing look. “I'm proud of you, Snake. I didn't think you had it in you, man! How long have you been sneaking into the factory?” his probing stare continued to poke around in Richard's mind, in search of juicy details.“Long enough to know that it has become unrecognizable,” Jack frowned. “I still can't figure out how everything is still working, it's like the plant is smart enough to avoid interfering with any of the vital components.” This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

After hearing his story, strongly disapproving of his son's choices and discussing the situation with Carol, Tom agreed to lift Richard's punishment, even though very reluctantly.The boy counted the minutes until the following Saturday, when he expressed renewed enthusiasm for his rock collection and left for the factory as soon as the first rays of sun peeked over the horizon. He was so eager to see what the plant did in his absence that the half hour walk only took him twenty minutes.In his enthusiasm to get to the factory floor as soon as possible, he almost ran straight into the evaluation committee, assembled for the purposes of finding a solution to the plant problem, and, just as importantly, figuring out how was it possible for it to happen?“#*%&!” Richard said to himself, peeved that his secret weekend kingdom was overrun by non-compliant zealots. “Can't they do this during the week, why did they have to take over my time?” he mulled, resentful. First his dad was putting the stops on him, and now this!He found a good place to hide, where he knew nobody would think to look, and tried to make the best of the unpleasant situation by trying to find out more about what the research unveiled so far. In his irritation, he almost failed to notice the change in scenery, which could only be described as breathtaking by any human soul.The plant seemed to have matured by now, and the bright chartreuse of its young foliage had softened to a deeper, less saturated green, that gleamed with a coppery and tungsten sheen as the morning sunshine passed through it. The plant swirled and weaved around the pipes, just floating around them, touching them only at the penetration points, dispersing main branches into a profusion of metallic stems and then reuniting them, like a large river at an estuary, all the while surrounding the glossy islands of the control valves, flow meters and y connections, presenting them to the stunned observer like high end jewelry stores display expensive gems on velvet pillows. There were no visible signs of corrosion anywhere on the pipes, no water spots, no discoloration, no salt deposits, every component sparkled. It looked as if both sides of this unbelievable bio-mechanical forest had been installed together very recently, and carefully designed not to interfere with each other any more than it was absolutely necessary. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

Jack's plan was presented and analyzed for potential risks and flaws during the following week, over a few milkshakes at Jack and Richard's favorite hang out spot, and it was supposed to go like this: the boys were going to tell their parents they had volunteered at school to reorganize the supplies in the Art Studio, and since most parents had complained repeatedly about the mess their kids generated in art class, mess that always seemed to follow them back home, this was a very plausible reason to get out of the house, sure to meet with no resistance whatsoever.They would then proceed to school, where they would enter through the front door while being very noisy, making sure to attract the attention of at least a couple of credible witnesses. They would then go out through the back, take the long way through the woods, which would take twice as long, increasing the risk of them getting caught, but it was an inevitable necessity, and arrive to the lab, also at the back of the building. Here the plan hit a snag, because Richard insisted they should have a valid explanation as of why they were there, just in case they ran into somebody they knew, and Jack had to concede him this additional security measure, even though he felt that Richard was being ridiculous. After long deliberations and creative brainstorming, they came up with a reason: Richard was waiting for a parcel, which he was supposed to pick up at the post office, and he figured they could say that he suddenly remembered that, went to pick it up and got lost. Jack was supposedly going with him to keep him company, so his friend wouldn't have to walk there all by himself. Granted, since they both grew up in that town and could walk anywhere backwards and blindfolded without getting disoriented, this scenario had some flaws, but they moved on with the planning, anyway, figuring out they would perfect the details later. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

He had to wait an entire week for an opportunity to visit the factory again. He anticipated with trepidation another one of his father's intrusions on his schedule, but when no restriction was placed on his time, he rushed back to his beloved factory, to see what happened to it in the meantime.No wonder his father was impossible to please lately, the scene he came upon was simply surreal. The plant was growing in several locations now, immediately noticeable by anybody blessed with eyesight, it was as if spring had sprung in the factory and the pipes' leaf buds had started to open. The vine sneaked out of every crack and crevice, looking deceptively delicate, but harder to tear than tension cable, and then formed bridges and overpasses through the machine room, like a secondary system of sorts, bypassing the mechanical flow.It was pleasantly warm inside the room, although the heat had been turned off altogether, and it was the middle of November. Richard wondered how come the machinery was still working, because appearances led one to believe that plant invasion would put it into an unmanageable state, but he hadn't heard anything to suggest that, and during the previous week the puffing dragon had been billowing smoke like nothing ever happened. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

The next Saturday he skipped out again, in search of interesting rocks for his “geology” project. He arrived at the factory breathless and rushed to see if the plant was still there. It was. He couldn't tell if it was the same plant, or one that kind of looked the same, but it was definitely growing out of the same valve, wrapping around the steam pipe almost half way up now.Richard, who worshiped the scientific method, tied a little string around the plant and marked its height on the pipe. He tried to snip a little piece of stem with leaves, but the stem was harder to cut than a steel cable. He managed to pull a leaf, after much struggle, placed it in the back pocket of his pants and tended to other things of interest, after all his secret weekend kingdom had so many things to offer.He wandered about a little bit, moving from the engine room to the pipe manifold distribution center, the most impressive area in the factory, and Richard's favorite spot. It looked almost like a gigantic organ, with tubes splaying out in every direction, through windows and transoms, along walls and bending around openings, snaking about a few inches off the floor, splitting and reuniting with the twisted patterns of a gnarled old tree. Richard spent hours wandering inside this mechanical forest, following its logical flows, trying to understand which steam pipe fed what, learning the inner works of its vortex flow meters, its pressure couplings, its every bend and elbow. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com

His mom wasn't in the house, so he went straight to the bathroom to put some toothpaste on the burn on his arm. Every single surface in the room was spotless and not a single object was out of place, which reminded Richard that he would be wise to keep it that way. Carol was a cleaning fanatic and gave the children the mother of all guilt trips if they made a mess, and her lectures on disrespect and parental disappointment could last for hours, depending on the amount of dirt and disorder that had been generated. By now all of the children would rather scrub the floors with their own toothbrushes than have to listen to one of those discourses again, all of course, except Teddy, whose young age gave him the benefit of an excuse, to the older siblings' silent grudge.Richard put the cap back on the toothpaste and placed it back in the drawer, exactly as he had found it. He looked at himself in the mirror, as always wishing he was blessed by nature with a bigger build. Despite his wishes to enjoy body building activities, he just couldn't stand working out, and he found the amount of time it required in order to get visible results simply revolting. He got easily bored by repetitive activities and concluded that he had better things to do with his time. To circumvent the unpleasantness of physical strain he became a big fan of any and all gadgets, diets and techniques that promised to yield results with no effort at all, and had tried every one of them at some point in time, with constantly disappointing results. His stringy body seemed to absorb the shock of lifting weights and distribute it in waves through his long and slender limbs rather than bulk up to withstand it. No amount of food managed to put more meat on his bones, it only seemed to make him grow taller and more wiry. He drew his mother nuts during his pasta period, when he ingested vast amounts of the aforementioned food, only to notice, to his dismay, that it went straight through him, without leaving anything behind. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit francisrosenfeld.substack.com