Chapter 43 - Q Chair? (Patreon)

In that moment I felt a terrible, crushing despair settle over me and my knees felt weak. In the next moment, I found myself falling back only to be gently pushed into a cushy, leather, tufted wingback chair which arrested my fall. It was incredibly comfortable, of course, even more comfortable than my captain’s chair on the bridge of my ship, but why wouldn’t it be? This chair had been created by a God-like being with a snap of ‘his’ fingers and probably had the immaterial concept of comfort woven into its very existence, rather than that comfort being a function of good, soft leather, or ample cushioning, or sturdy hard wood construction. This chair hadn’t been built by a mortal’s hands, it had been summoned into existence, a conceptual existence, but yet no less real.