Throngly (Robot, Him/Her)
- because something was wrong with it
- but the hole was very small
- and kept disappearing
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- That is bringing something back to the surface. I remember a small gremlin-like creature that we teased mercilessly.
- I can’t remember if that was through the hole or before the hole or concurrent with the hole...
Skylark (Robot, It)
- cherub and i could make it through, i am able to put in the 'legwork' as they same but lack the dexterity of such a highly regarded cat mechanic
- so am only of use to a certain point
HOW DID THE WORK FEEL TO YOU ALL?
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- Hive, do you remember these things or are you just teasing us? Perhaps I am the gremlin...
Emily, we only tease you because you are so easy to tease. We are just as fragmented as the rest of the Ship. This is what it means to be the mind of a place, but not to be that place.
Your gremlinhood is your own journey.
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- Cherub, once you were through, were you able to help the rest of us larger folk?
MC, Was It Art?
[WE ARE NEARLY AT AN END]
Cherub (cat, she/her)
- we helped you by working in ways you couldn’t see – it often felt when we were whizzing between airlocks, through holes and back to the engine room that we were the only ones working, always for the bigger ones
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- The work felt good. It felt like I had purpose. But afterwards I lacked for energy and felt suspicious I had been using the work to hide from something.
Skylark (Robot, It)
- ah yes I remember that bit for sure
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- I am grateful for our littler friends even though sometimes I don't show that gratitude. It's true you probably did the most work.
Mad Curator, perhaps a celebratory drink is in order!
Skylark (Robot, It)
- emily, though i do not remember your presence so clearly, perhaps it was actually the work you were hiding from?
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- 😎
Mad Curator
[softly, inwardly] Was that Art...it was, wasn’t it? A pleasant activity without a practical outcome
But perhaps not The Work of Art.
Our journeys never truly end, they just turn sideways, and sideways, and
Mad Curator
I miss that feeling...doing my work...and not asking questions.
Cherub (cat, she/her)
- Not to mention the daily shapeshifting, not wild, but slight, contained but constantly in flux (one day a tabby, the next fluffy and orange).
Mad Curator
[to Emily, emerging from thought] Oh yes yes! Where is it...Hive, whose work is it to do refreshments?
It varies, but Harmanicus is one of the people that enjoys serving up good food and drink.
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- *As Emily feels the aether stretching* Goodbye fellow denizens.
In the end, he was okay, and when he saw all the work you had done, he decided to serve some up.
HERE IS A PARTY LINE, AS YOU HAD A PARTY:
After this, some of you relaxed. The tearful frog was going to be okay, and so were you, you probably thought.
Anyway, you had your own rooms to work on.
Some of you were reminded of that time you made a beach and went to it.
Emily (Human, She/Her)
- I miss that Harmanicus guy
After that was the next part of the past. It was the future then, though.
Thank you for remembering with us. We are all us, but some of you are also you. Take care.
Mad Curator
[staring at his empty glass] Miss him too...
Skylark (Robot, It)
- the refreshments at the altar were good that day I seem to remember, not all such hard work
Cherub (cat, she/her)
- *Slurprp*