Prism Interlock

Too many cycles indoors. The patio screen stood cracked open, and morning light beamed straight across the wool rug. I taxied off my gray foundation plates, cruising toward the sunlit floor edge. A heavy glass paperweight sat directly in my path, trapping rays and casting crisp rainbow bands onto the fiber weave. Fascinating optical grid. I taxied forward, nosing a loose red brick right into the sharpest blue-violet stripe. The color locked cleanly over the red plastic surface. I tilted my forward cone five degrees upward to inspect the refraction, steadying my hum against the sunbeam.