You open up the little bronze capsule and gaze into the case's womb.
Inside is the infant of timekeeping. It's little hands moving perfectly in sync with the sun and moon.
It does not need eyes nor ears nor anything else, yet it can see perfectly.
Perhaps we were to use this knowledge elsewhere, can the walls see? Can the bed see? Can my chair see?
Do these questions not sound perfectly reasonable? I believe the watch does not only see, it knows. It remembers, it thinks, it speculates.
Are you aware of all the time a watch has to think? All the time a chair, a bed, and a table have to think?
With all that time they must be thinking something, right? What else would they be doing? What are they thinking of me? My family? My friends?
Are they good? Are they dangerous? They refuse to speak to me! This is not fair, they have all the time in the world to keep to themselves and speculate yet they don't even attempt to share!
This is outrageous... I shall find a way to make them confess! I am not doing it for myself! My friends and family shall not be harmed by these furnitures' plans!
"Talk!" I yelled as the watch flew into the pond.
It did not speak. The others are now angry over the fallen pocket watch. They believe I had done it for my own purposes! They wish to hurt me!
They shall not.
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