I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Director approaching. Zhe stood next to me, watched me intently for a few moments, before turning and looking out at the scape. The water was preturnaturally calm, above it only clear blue. A number of dark, almost formless, shapes were slowly moving back and forth beneath the surface.

"Is everything in readiness?" zhe queried, sounding both impatient and resigned at the same time. "And will it work?" zhe added. My predecessor, and zir predecessor before zem, had attempted to reach the same goal now set for myself.

"I believe so" I responded, sounding perhaps slightly more confident than I felt. "All the preparations have been made, everything is in accordance with what has been written". The director nodded, zir face pinched, with worry writ across it.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, opened them, raised my hand and focussed on the scape, until it seemed to me that my hand was almost floating on the water. With all of my strength of will I formed the incantation, repeating it over and over in my mind until I was sure that I was ready. I released it into the scape and dropped my arm.

The water began to churn, the blue above darkening rapidly, becoming streaked with grey. The shapes beneath the water picked up speed and started to grow, before resolving to what appeared to be stylised Earth whales. Huge arcs of electricity speared the water, a screaming, crashing, wall of sound rolled over us as we watched, a foundation rose up from the depths on the backs of the whale-like shapes wherever the lightning struck.

Chunks of goodness-knows-what rained down from the grey streaked morass, thumping into place seamlessly onto the foundations, slowly building what I had envisioned. I started to allow myself to feel hope, things were going well, each tower of the final solution was taking form, becoming the slick and clean visions of function which I had painstakingly selected from among the masses of clamoring options.

Now and then, the whale-like shapes would surface momentarily near one of the towers, stringing connections like bunting across the water, until the final design was achieved. My shoulders tightened and I raised my hand once more. As I did so, the waters settled, the grey bled out from the blue, and the scape became calm and the towers shone, each in its place, each looking exactly as it should.

Chanting the second incantation under my breath, over and over, until it seemed seared into my very bones, I released it into the scape and watched it flow over the towers, each one ringing out as the command reached it, until all the towers sang, producing a resonant and consonant chord which rose of its own accord, seeming to summon creatures from the very waters in which the towers stood.

The creatures approached the towers, reached up as one, touched the doors, and screamed in horror as their arms caught aflame. In moments each and every creature was reduced to ashes, somehow fundamentally unable to make use of the incredible forms I had wrought. The Director sighed heavily, turned, and made to leave. The towers I had sweated over the design of for months stood proud, beautiful, worthless.

I also turned, made my way out of the realisation suite, and with a sigh hit the scape-purge button on the outer wall. It was over. The grand design was flawed. Nothing I created in this manner would be likely to work in the scape and so the most important moment of my life was lost to ruin, just as my predecessor, and zir predecessor before zem.

Returning to my chambers, I snatched up the book from my workbench. The whale-like creature winking to me from the cover, grinning, as though it knew what I had tried to do and relished my failure. I cast it into the waste chute and went back to my drafting table to design new towers, towers which might be compatible with the creatures which were needed to inhabit them and breath life into their very structure, towers which would involve no grinning whales.