Data scrolled up the screen in waves. She tapped a section, the endless lines paused. More of the same. The golem had yet to flinch. How had they done it? ‘Just a statue’ she’d heard some of the researchers say. Bullshit. You could see the footprints on the cavern floor. Why would anyone go to the trouble of making it look as though the golem had moved? To what end? No, she didn’t believe that for a second.
It was well known that magic used to exist. Proof of it animating something like the golem had never been found, true, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t been done. Technology was all they had now. A muted reflection of past brilliance.
She tried another line of code. If she could just get it to move, a subtle tremble was all she wanted. The coffee maker’s ending chime sounded. Good, she’d be needing the whole pot. She wasn’t going anywhere tonight. She was close to something, she knew it. As she poured her first cup the sound of grinding stone echoed through the cave. She spun, hot coffee sloshed out of her mug. The golem’s arm reached forward, its hand open.
She looked down at the mug of steaming coffee, then back up at the golem.