Once upon a time, there lived a king.
Not a typical king, one who lived on a throne of gold and governed adoring citizens, no this king lived in a palace of information that all living things in the area had forced him to build with big locks and heavy doors. The King kept everyone out, though no one wanted in in the first place. There were no knocks on the heavy doors, and the keys were left to rust.
The Mind Palace was organized with the utmost precision. No dust was allowed to collect, no piece of information was stored, moved, or deleted without express permission from The King. The halls were many, and the rooms even more numerous, each labeled and filled with boxes of subcategories. One might look at the Palace and think that surely it was too big for just one person.
Sometimes, it was.
The King would spend numerous days wandering through the halls, picking through boxes and looking at the information, or deleting one piece to add another. Some were spent locked away in the music room, the notes flowing out through the windows of the Palace, but going unheard for the hills beyond were silent and no one bothered to listen. Other days were spent lying on the floor of whatever hallway he had been in when the drugs took effect, staring at the ghosts and hallucinations that floated through the walls.
With a lack of intelligent life outside the walls, The King spent almost every moment behind the stone walls, avoiding the plants that would only glare if he tried to emerge.
One day, however, The King had been in one of his rooms dedicated to witchcraft, when a soft, but firm knock came upon the heavy wooden door. Surely he had heard wrong, but the knock came again, pulling him from his rooms and to the door. A man stood there, and he spoke to The King as a human, rather than scolding or condescending him for not being a plant, like the others. This man explained that he had no home, and a dandelion had pointed him in the direction of The King.
John Watson.
That was the man's name. The King invited him him in, trying his best to say and do the right thing, for it had been so long since anyone had even glanced at the windows of the castle, much less knocked on the door. The King liked John, and John liked The King, and there was no reason for John not to be allowed to stay.
But as The King wandered through the halls and rooms of the Palace, he quickly found a problem; none of the rooms were adequate enough for his new friend to stay! So, he set about building a new room.
At first, the new room was enough and The King spent many hours inside adding boxes and files and building the room. But very soon, The King realized that, unlike his other rooms, the information was fast growing, surprising, and none could be deleted. The room only grew and expanded and threatened to break down the door and spill into the hall.
The King paced through his music room, his violin creating a thinking tune, and focused on addressing his new problem. Deleting information was out of the question and two rooms would be inefficient, for they would soon grow to three, four, five rooms! It was a puzzle The King had never had to face, but he was determined to solve it. One day, John had errands to run, and left The King to his puzzle, and it took almost the entirety of John's absence before The King found his comfortable solution.
Once upon time, a King built a city in a day, and he named it after John Watson.