Chapter 45
“What the hell?” Jeremy traced a finger across the line on his screen. While Cassie sat at the bar in the living room, reading her novel and ignoring him, and Virgil snored face-down on the gigantic pillow, Jeremy had decided to check on his index and see how it was growing.
He flipped the dimensions of his index through 2,880 degrees, the eight dimensions of a full sphere, before he found the best perspective.
“I don’t get it.” He kept his voice low to not wake the sleeping poet. He traced a finger along the time dimension. “For fifteen-point-three-four-seven milliseconds everything stopped.”
He checked again. It wasn’t just his software, it was everything. Jeremy could see it there on the screen in green and white and it was creeping him out.
“Like the universe just stopp
