The one-time haruspex nodded, leaning back in his chair to take in the late summer sun. The hummingbirds skimmed the garden, chittering angrily as they rode the waves of exit strategies and valuations. “See that feeder?” He pointed across the garden. “That’s their Google eigenvector, a copy of that strange attractor in Mountain View. It looks like the boys are courting number fifty six.” He looked down at his iPhone, sliding a finger through a database. “She’s channelling a video processing company. Unless I see number thirty three near there, I don’t think it’ll be working out.”
“So not a place for my money.” She frowned as she watched the bird dart away from the bright glass abstraction.
He laughed, “You’re the angel, my dear. You bring the capital and carry the risk. If not Google, then there’s Redmond. But I haven’t seen that raptor around here for a while.”
Her long wings glinted in the bright light of a Silicon Valley summer, white pinions reaching down to the cool tiles around the swimming pool. Designer shades, designer suit, and a truly heavenly face. Google’s “Do no evil” had been her suggestion, the rivalry with Facebook a reflection of the still raging heavenly civil wars.
“And you’re the Wizard.”
“Still growing into the job. I didn’t really want it, but needs must when the…” He paused. “A figure of speech.”
“Of course,” she smiled, and the Californian sun shone just a little bit more brightly.
(Hmm. I think I may have finally restarted the stalled second Silicon Valley Magic story. I'm rather liking the idea of a literal angel investor. Oh, and the rest of the story? It's the true history of the Pulgas Water Temple and the anger of the Hetch Hetchey naiads.)