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The following poem belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.


Fandoms: Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Objectification kink
Medium: Poetry
Summary/Preview: Alex needs to shut off her brain for a while. Ash finds a way to make that happen.
Additional Information: Safe for work. Canonical asexual character (Ash). Alex's orientation is canonically vague, but in fanfic she is often written as asexual. Canonical woman of color (Ash). Altered state of consciousness. Massage. The sentient coffee table was first introduced in "Getting a Room."


"How to Table the Topic of World Salvation"


Alex was a genius.
Alex could do quantum physics
and convince the elegant curve of spacetime
that it ought to be concave instead of convex,
could open and close the delta of probability
as gracefully as a geisha's ricepaper fan,
or slice Möbius strips into a confetti
of causal loops with the flick of a fingernail.

Alex was also exhausted.
There had been entirely too much demand
to save the day and save the world
and what really needed saving at this point
was her sanity, except for the problem that

Alex's brain
would not

shut

up.

Alex tried talking with Kay,
who was good at getting people's minds
off things they needed not to think about for a while.
But Alex didn't enjoy pain, or tickling,
or bondage, or anything else
that Kay could think of to try.

Then Ash said,
"Come with me.
I have an idea."

So they went to Ash's room,
where Ash said to the sentient coffee table,
"We have company today."

Ash put Alex on her hands and knees
next to the coffee table and said,
"Get comfortable. You'll be here a while."
"Okay ... why?" asked Alex.

"You are a coffee table," Ash said.
She pointed to the wooden one.
"As you can see here,
I'm familiar with furniture people.
Now, coffee tables are not responsible
for saving the world or doing physics.
They're just responsible for standing still
so I don't have to put my lemonade on the floor
where I'll inevitably kick it over while I'm working."

Then Ash put a pile of books on Alex's butt
and a coaster on her shoulderblade
and a glass of lemonade on the coaster.
"Don't dump any of that," said Ash,
"or I will be really annoyed with you."

Alex took a breath to complain.
"And don't say anything," Ash said.
"Coffee tables almost never talk."
Alex huffed but said nothing.

She just rested there, her hands and knees
pressed against Ash's floor, held down
by the constant comforting weight
of the books and the lemonade,
varied slightly whenever
Ash lifted the glass to take a drink.

The only sound was the soft
squeak and glide, tap and click
of the stylus against the tablet
that Ash held in her lap.

At first Alex felt restless,
and then bored,
as her mind gradually emptied;
but this didn't hurt the way
some things had,
so she determined
to stick it out a bit longer.

Presently Ash lifted her feet,
clad in fuzzy blue slipper-socks,
and rested them on Alex's back,
balanced carefully between the books
and the half-empty glass of lemonade.

The last nagging thoughts
trickled out of Alex's brain
like condensation running down
the side of a glass.
They were soaked up instantly
by the dry, silent desert air.

Alex was relaxed,
empty, effortless,
existing without
any purpose beyond
holding up whatever
Ash placed on her back.

The lemonade was long gone.
The books came and went.
So did Ash's feet.

It felt wonderful
to let everything go
and just be,
even if that meant
being a coffee table.

About the time that
Alex's back began to ache,
Ash lifted everything off her
and guided Alex to lie on the floor.

Then Ash worked over her whole body,
slowly and carefully kneading the cramps
out of Alex's tired muscles.
Her mind remained quiet and pliable.

"Did it work?"
Ash asked finally.
"Mmm," Alex said, because
coffee tables didn't say much.

Ash chuckled then,
and swatted her very lightly
on the rump.
"Get up," she said.
"You can go back to being Alex now."

"Thank you," Alex said
as she stood and stretched.

"That was nice," said the sentient coffee table
from another dimension far, far away.
"We should do that again some time."

"Yes," said Alex,
"we should."

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