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February 13, 2003
The 'Vois and The Machine

In addition to an astonishing home studio, Amarevois is also the proud owner of The Machine. Her kitchen is a little on the small side, and it's even smaller now, owing to the presence of The Machine. It sits on the kitchen bench and appears to be gradually taking over the entire area. It has the power to send small copies of itself out like a mutant strain of mechanical ivy. It's generally regarded as wise not to stand too close to it.

In the early stages of its lifecycle, The Machine makes coffee. But the process by which it does this takes complexity to stunning new heights. Luckily, The Machine comes with The Manual, which is several pages longer than War and Peace. Amarevois set aside a week for training, and pursued her quest for mastery of The Machine with the discipline of a samurai. She studied, she took notes, she took a break to meditate on a Zen koan. Refreshed, she returned to her study, and eventually distilled the essence of her notes into a single page of instructions. She pinned this up next to The Machine, and watched with calm resignation as The Machine ate it.

She made us coffee, and I made the mistake of watching. When she turned on The Machine it sprang back to life with a furious vengeance. Lights flashed, machinery rumbled, the kitchen itself shook. I sprang back in alarm.

"Perhaps I could hide under the mixing desk in the studio," I said.

"Stay there, weakling," she intoned, in Latin. Confronted with both The Machine and The 'Vois, I had no choice but to stay. In a state of concentrated focus, Amarevois rapidly went through all thirty two points on the list. She moved with ease and confidence while I stood paralysed in fear. At one point she casually flicked a lever, and various dark gods appeared. The Machine has a special lever to summon gods of this nature. The gods greeted each other, and fell to talking. But soon they argued, and then they fought. The result was a blazing jet of boiling liquid.

I couldn't help but notice that Amarevois, at all times, remained completely calm. Throughout the entire process of summoning gods and coordinating their discussions into a useful purpose, she kept up a steady stream of normal conversation. She appeared to be in relaxed control of a natural disaster.

One has to admire such a person. Such a person is capable of anything. Such a person has ... The Machine. Such a person is ... The 'Vois.

     Posted by Sean Hegarty at 02:38 AM in the Amarevois category | Comments (1)
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