Demigod

Two men kneel alone amidst a field of debris that may once have been a city suburb, sifting through ash and bone, searching for any precious stones or metals which may have survived the cataclysmic event around which their reality has been reorganised. Above their heads a flock of malformed and emaciated birds fly by noisily, but they are deep in conversation so do not notice.

MAN 2

I’m saying….I’m saying that no one is magic.

MAN 1

He is though! I didn’t think it was possible either, but you saw the same show I did.

MAN 2

Yeah, yeah, I get that it’s impressive, amazing, even…but it’s can’t be magic, can it?

MAN 1

Well how do you explain it?

MAN 2

I mean…I don’t know how he did it…

MAN 1

He’s fucking magic.

MAN 2

No one is magic!!

MAN 1

Right, hang on, so you’re telling me someone can take a solid object, shrink it, somehow get it into a solid glass container and then grow it back to normal size, without magic?!

MAN 2

No no no, you tell me something, yeah? Lets say you’re a magic person…

MAN 1

Like Dynamo.

MAN 2

Like you’re saying Dynamo is, yeah, let’s say you’re a magic person, you’ve realised as a child that you have an incredible gift which no one else around you possesses, you’ve realised that to you the laws of physics which bind all life are mere guidelines, that the biochemistry of Earth is yours to manipulate at will…

MAN 1

Yes, I’m with you.

MAN 2

You’ve realised all that, that you are essentially what humans have described since time immemorial as a God, yeah?

MAN 1

Yeah.

MAN 2

And you use that power…to become a stage magician?

MAN 1

I mean, when you put it like that…

MAN 2

Right?

MAN 1

Fuck it though, I saw what I saw, and what I saw was magic.

MAN 2

Dynamo is a demigod?

MAN 1

Dynamo is a demigod.

Somewhere in the distance, one of the last remaining buildings collapses in on itself.

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