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reminded I shouldn't have another, yet with everything so far I've earned this. After the course of events surrounding this afternoon, I may just have two. Approaching the large building that is the gallery I finish my smoke and toss it to the floor, stepping on it as I walk past.
     
    The building itself was built late in the 20 th century but has had its share of renovations and is currently in pristine condition. Large one-piece glass windows line the whole front of the building with a brilliant shine. Above the entrance, large plasma displays, no doubt the ones that will play our interviews to guests this evening. As I walk inside the gallery, Karen Shull the gallery manager greets me, as she will be the one interviewing me this afternoon. "Hello Mr. Mortal, right on time. We've prepped the conference room for your interview. Please follow me and we will begin shortly."
     
    From the entrance, we journey through the dark tiled center hallway to the conference room. The gallery will be separated into two sections this evening, the main displays in the rooms flanking the center hallway. The room to the left will display all the works of Kalden and I, to the right an exhibit of my own works I've entitled, Nightmares of the Cosmos. These particular pieces are from my earlier years as an artist, the story of my nightmares paying homage to the birth of my art. Continuing to follow Karen down the long hallway I scan the amazing collections of art on display, all from legends that have dawned these grounds before to tell their own tales.
     
    "Mr. Mortal, I am very excited about tonight, I'm thinking were going to have a massive turnout." Karen says. "I've been here for about eleven years now and I can't remember an entire show selling out before opening night. You must be very impressed."
     
    "I don't know about impressed, more blessed than anything." I casually reply as thoughts race about in my head. "This is just something I've had to do for a long time."
     
    "Well, here we are Mr. Mortal, just take a seat over there so we can begin shortly."
     
    The conference room is large with a black glossy table in the center, maybe seating twelve or so. I take a seat at the end of the table as Karen instructs, as she too has a seat near me beginning to program a control pad. "What's that for Karen, if you don't mind?"
     
    "This is the controller for the Nano camera system that we'll be using today, it will save some time seeing how late we're getting the footage. The computer system can edit and arrange the video in a few minutes after we are finished here."
     
    Tiny microscopic cameras take in billions of visual and audio inputs signals, compiling them into precision video imaging. Nano technologies have found a place in today's world, radically changing the face of many fields of interest. Amazing breakthroughs in the worlds of medicine, science and even forms of entertainment are accredited to their success. "We can speak freely once the system's programs are running. Just be natural, the program will run the material that has the most relaxed and comfortable tone." Karen says.
     
    "Sounds good to me."
     
    Karen sits for a minute fiddling with the device and then turns her attention back to me. "Ok Mr. Mortal, try and tell us what Nightmares of the Cosmos means to you. Where does your inspiration come from?"
     
    "Well first and foremost, all my artistic inspiration comes from my wife, Angela Mortal, who I would definitely consider my muse. Nightmares of the Cosmos believe it or not, is based on a series of dreams I've had." Pausing briefly, I remember not but a few hours ago, the vivid manifestation at lunch. "I think their relevance definitely comes from my father and his wild explanations of the universe, from his own perspective of course."
     
    "So your father would definitely have a part in the creation of these works of art that seem literally out of this world?"
     
    "Definitely, my father is a brilliant man. A