Since I was little, I’ve like hiding in places; usually under a blanket on the floor, in full view of course. That place, to me, felt safe and hidden, so the Hidden Tower stems from that. Hidden because I was hiding, and Tower because, well, “The Hidden Igloo” does not have quite the right ring to it.
From there on, I constructed many stories about the kind of person who would live in such a tower, or what I would do if I had such abilities. I have thought, for example, that this 100-floored tower is powered by a great computer that was at some point a friend of our elusive inhabitant; and this friend was injured to the extent that only their brain survives. The computer can do all sorts of things with its impressive processing power: constructing an entire virtual reality of planet Earth, for example, and sustaining this in a collapsing parallel universe for people from normal-universe Earth to enter. And I like to think that, in this virtual reality, blind people are able to see, because despite their un-working eyes, the virtual electrical impulses viewed by all as being “real” could easily be optically implanted to create some visual field in these people.
All sorts of things like that.
All sorts of things like that.