Alain
Putterman's Template
By A. A. Roberts
Harry
Putterman just knew there was something he was forgetting. His mother once complained that he was born
with numerous black holes for neurons.
The barb hurt at the time, but Harry had overcome his deficiency of
recall with an uncommon ability to manage numbers. Harry was a CPA extraordinaire.
His
peers were absolutely stupefied with his deft handling of the most voluminous
quantity of figures. No amount, not
even a penny, was shielded from Harry's analytical skills. His coworkers used spreadsheets. Harry was a spreadsheet.
Harry
wasn't particularly handsome, but he was not hard to look at either. He was thin, but not too thin. His features brought to mind a cute little
dormouse always on the look out for cheese.
Harry's only affectation was a pencil thin mustache that was so perfect
it almost looked as if it were drawn on his upper lip with black ink.
The
gray at Harry's temples betrayed the fact that he had gracefully slipped into
his forties. Harry's middle age did not bother him as much as it did his few
friends of similar age. He was quite
content with his life. He had a very
high position at on of the big national accounting firms in Hartford. He had a wonderful little house in the woods
at the base of Avon Mountain and he had an exquisite garden that he had
nurtured over the course of fifteen years.
Life was good.
Everyday
he could anticipate a pleasant, sunny ride home over the mountain. Today was no exception, but a little more
special for today he had done his bit for science. He was a big fan of science. He loved the current state of the world and was visibly moved by
the grand technological achievements that had taken human society out of the
dark ages. He read and studied science
the way some worshipped and obsessed on football (except there were no trading
cards).
He
flipped through the pages of the retrospect edition of "The Journal of
Science". His vehicle accelerated
as it moved out onto route 44. Just ten
years ago he would have had to put his beloved magazine down and drive
himself. That was before the Blue World wireless technology enabled
the automation of automobiles and so much more.
He
thumbed through his magazine and mused on hydrogen fuel cells and the end of
reliance on fossil fuels, quantum computers, the completion of the first
permanent human habitation on Mars, the drilling for water at the lunar ice
poles, and so much more. What a
century!
And
today HE had done his bit for science.
Trinity College was doing a comparative study on the number of neurons
contained within the human brain. They
had put him in a big chrome scanner with lots of colored LED's and holographic
readouts. The scanner also produced a
peculiar but soothing hum. He'd spent
all of five minutes in the device when they popped him out and gave him two
slips of paper.
One
slip of paper had a with a very large number on it. He studied the number and smiled at its extensive value. It probably wasn't much larger or smaller
than anyone else's (except that idiot Randolph's in purchasing), but it still
made him feel just a little bit superior.
The
other slip of paper was neural map that depicted a tiny sampling of the larger
neural clusters in his brain. It looked
awfully familiar to him but he shrugged and folded up the two pieces of
paper. Harry put the slips of paper in
a shirt pocket and left the laboratory feeling very satisfied with himself.
His
vehicle jolted and Harry frowned at the vehicle in front of him. It swerved and raced ahead breaking the
rhythm of the automated line of traffic.
"There's
always one who's too impatient," he thought to himself. There were legislators crafting laws to
forbid touching the steering wheel except in the case of emergencies. Harry was all for that. Accidents were very rare now and when they
did happen it was always because some idiot had decided to interfere with the
automated systems of their vehicle. It
was very annoying.
Harry
put his magazine down. He leaned back
to stare out the tinted glass of his sunroof. A few brilliantly white billowy
clouds attempted to hide the afternoon sun.
What was it he had forgotten!?
He
sighed at the lost thought and decided not to worry about it. Soon he would be in his beloved garden
tending to his roses, irises, lilies, tulips and other flowering plants that
gave him so much joy. His garden was
the ying to the yang of his workday.
Numbers and logic ruled from eight to four. Organic form and color ruled his afternoons and weekends.
After
a bit of puttering around he'd pour himself a nice cup of tea at the wrought
iron cafe table that was placed in the very center of his garden. From there he'd watch the koi and carp in
his artificial pond and of course the squirrels.
"Nigli! Nigli!
Nigli!", he tittered to himself.
He caught himself chuckling out loud. He often did this when thinking of
the squirrels.
Squirrels
had a special place in his heart ever since he had the fever dream about
Nigli. It had been a year ago when he
got a dreadful case of the flu. He'd
all ready been out of work for three days when his temperature began to
vacillate from a low of 95 to a high of 103.
What little strength he had was spent tearing the covers off or pulling
them on.
It
was the afternoon of the fourth day when his temperature peaked. He lay on the leather sofa in his living
room staring up through the skylight.
Sweat rolled off him in rivulets, which in turn caused him to shiver
violently. It seemed as every watt of
energy had been sucked from his being.
That's
when a squirrel with a head the size of a hot air balloon leaned over the
skylight and said to Harry, "I am Nigli!
God as Squirrel!"
"How
do you do. I'm Harry Putterman."
The
squirrel frowned, "Of course! I
know that. I'm all-knowing."
Harry
was most embarrassed at his faux paus, "My apologies, Lord God as
squirrel. Would you care from some
tea?"
The
squirrel's attitude visibly changed, "Would there be crackers with
that?"
Harry
smiled, "Most assuredly crackers and cheese."
Harry
was never really sure if he dreamed it or if he actually went into the garden
and had tea with some invisible squirrel.
He remembered though it was as real any experience as any he had ever
had.
When
Harry met the God Squirrel at the cafe table, Nigli had shrunk down to a normal
man-sized mammal (normal for a fever dream that is). Harry brought a pot of Earl Gray on a tray over to their
table. The tray was stacked with
various cheeses and crackers. He sat
down across from the furry gray one and poured them both a nice cup of tea.
Nigli
politely waited until Harry was done and then went right for the crackers. Harry noticed he didn't have much use for
the cheese even though he had set out a lovely smoked provolone, light havarti
and creamy Brie.
"You
have a very lovely garden, Harry," the gray one observed.
"Why
thank you very much, Nigli. May I call
you Nigli? I don't mean to be
disrespectful."
The
squirrel waved him off, "Oh certainly.
I don't stand on pretension. It
gives one sore paws." The squirrel
tittered at his own joke and Harry joined in.
Harry
nibbled at a cracker and then asked, "So are you the God of all squirrels
or are you God period?"
The
squirrel looked long and hard at Harry before replying, "All squirrels are
Nigli."
"Oh,"
Harry replied not really sure if that answered his question, "Well, you'll
notice I've been very kind to squirrels my entire life."
The
squirrel grinned, "Of course.
Besides being omnipotent I'm also all knowing and as I said before all
squirrels are Nigli... I should like to
comment that we squirrels have been very appreciative for your courtesy over
the years. We have a very hard lot...
being at the bottom of the food chain and all and any kindness is greatly
appreciated."
"Of
course."
The
squirrel sighed, "We didn't plan things to happen this way. Being Nigli you'd think we could have
managed the universe a little more to our favor."
"I
should think that being omnipotent would enable you to resolve any issue."
The
squirrel frowned and leaned a little menacingly toward Harry, "Well, even
omnipotency has its limits you know?
There's a part of Nigli that would just as soon start over."
An
uncomfortable Harry decided it was time to change the course of this
conversation since Nigli was getting rather intense, "Of course... how did the winter go for you? It was awfully cold."
"Oh
it wasn't bad at all. I have very nice
nest located in a rather large and comfortable oak. Being Nigli I knew it was going to be a bad winter so I stored up
lots of acorns, beechnuts and the like."
Harry
sipped from his tea, "How do you ever keep track of all those nuts. I watch you bury them all over the place and
can't imagine-," Harry popped his forehead with an open hand, "Oh! Of course, you're all-knowing."
The
squirrel smiled, "Actually it's a keen sense of smell, something you
humans lack. It's really too bad. You don't know what you're missing."
Harry
smiled politely, but he did not agree.
The image of his Aunt Rebecca popped into his mind. She was a sweet old lady, but failed to
bathe, as often as she should and thus Harry was happy for his lack of keen
olfactory. Of course he didn't point
this out to Nigli. He didn't wish to
dispute the word of God.
The
squirrel leaned over the table in a most profound fashion, "You know why I'm
here don't you Harry?"
"The
crackers?"
The
squirrel leaned back with a frown, "No not for the crackers, although they
are quite good. No I'm here to tell you
your destiny."
"Really! Oh this is quite exciting. Most men don't get to find out their destiny
until they've already lived it. What is
my destiny?"
Nigli
drew himself up to his full man-sized height and proclaimed solemnly, "You
are the keeper of the Template."
Actually
Harry was hoping to hear about early retirement and didn't quite know what to
make of the squirrel's proclamation, "What Template would that be?"
The
squirrel tapped his furry gray temple and said with a queer smile, "The
one up here, Harry, the one up here."
Of
course this did nothing to enlighten Harry's confusion. Harry looked down into his teacup and
silently wondered if the answer would be contained in his tealeaves. When he looked up Nigli was gone.
Harry
chuckled to himself and turned his attention back to the road. That dream always raised a smile whenever
its memory drifted back to him. Anyone
meandering through his garden today would notice several new squirrel feeders
posted about the place.
His
vehicle turned off route 44 onto Nod road and Harry looked up at the mountains
to his right. Actually they were
glorified hills, but Harry loved them never the less. They were forested from foot to crown and fairly glowed
green. Life seemed to emanate from the
woods around him and he opened the sunroof to listen to the bird song.
That
missing feeling came back to him again and nagged him like that first grade
school teacher who he hated so much as a child. What was he forgetting?
It had something to do with science.
He was sure of it. He looked
down at the magazine in the passenger's seat next to him.
He
popped his head with an open palm. Of
course! Two years ago the combined
terrestrial and orbital observatories of the earth moon and mars had collated
all of their data into one central repository.
With that information the world's greatest astrophysicists were able to
determine the exact number galaxies in the entire universe. He’d never forgotten the one page map of the
universe that mapped out the larger galaxies and their basic shape.
Harry's
jaw dropped into his lap. He fumbled
for the slips of paper in his shirt pocket.
Sure enough the number on the slip of paper, the number of neurons in
his brain, was exactly the same as the number of galaxies the astrophysicist
had determined were in the universe.
Harry
unfolded the neural map he got from the college scientists and gasped. It was an exact match to the universal map
the astrophysicists had plotted out.
There was no denying that his brain map looked like a template for the
entire universe!
Harry
looked up and screamed. A gray squirrel
bounded into the road in front of him.
He dived on the automated steering wheel and cut too hard to the
right. A large oak refused to yield to
his excessive speed. There was a big bang as Harry slammed into the tree and
the universe ceased to exist.
Nigli
pondered the dark infinity before him and mused on whether to start anew with a
mighty oak or a towering hemlock…