At first, I thought I could just turn the key within her.
She said, ‘No, I do not work like that.’
I thought all locks must have weak points, and so must she.
She said, ‘Why do you keep looking for my weaknesses?’
I thought there must be at least one weakness I could find.
She said, ‘Isn’t it enough that I am strong?’
I thought I could work through all her possible combinations.
She said, ‘Trial and error is an abusive way to my truth.’
I thought I could drill down her raised points.
She said, ‘I refuse to be rendered flat and pointless by you.’
I thought I could strip her inner workings from a blueprint.
She said, ‘I am not reducible to your simple design.’
I thought I could scan her mechanism with a magnetic field.
She said, ‘I resist any attraction that might hold me in place.’
I thought I could insert a probe to get to the heart of her.
She said, ‘A key that does not reach me will never work.’
I thought I had tried every way to unravel her moving parts.
She said, ‘I am hard to pick, and reluctant to open.’
I thought it best to stop and to put down every tool.
She said, ‘I will show you how easy it is.’
She took a key, turned it within me, and the lock opened.
‘You see? That is how it works,’ she said.