When Genius Comes Knocking

She swallowed her own world and broke through the deepest vortex in this cosmos. She won her freedom, the freedom to live within her own world. Then a genius came knocking, and once more her consciousness lost its freedom.

"Knock, knock." The pointy-hatted lady's eyes sparkled with the anticipation of having her curiosity satisfied.

When a hole was chiseled into her memories, the genius, following the instinct of her curiosity, assumed this was just another perfectly reasonable proof, a footnote to be mentioned at the next tea party.

"I've found you," the genius said.