The Moving Staircase
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Jonathan’s stepmother said, leading him into the foyer. “Look, here’s the spiral staircase.”
Five-year-old Jonathan craned his neck and gasped. The swirl of railings stretched to the heavens.
“We don’t have to climb them, do we?”
“Of course not. Since we lost the remote control, the stairs just shift wherever they please.”
She sighed regretfully. “Your father should never have programmed them with Artificial Intelligence. He was the last to climb them and he never returned. He's lost without that remote.”
This surprised Jonathan. He could see the remote poking out of her apron pocket.