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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
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Swith Witherward wrote:ETHEREAL WOLD, THE GATEHOUSE OF FREYWOLD
"It's for the best," Meps pinched her nostrils closed as the horrid stench filled the air. She cast a glance at the 'droid's optics and repressed a shiver of her own. Little pleasure could be had over the beast's swift demise. Even less pleasure could be found in cooked meat.
She hefted the droid's arm onto her good shoulder, propping it against her chest like a soldier would a gun, and begrudgingly reminded herself that things could have gone far worse. At least more parts weren't scattered across the clearing. "Alright Opa, job done well," the small hand sought the cool metal flank again, patting it in reassurance as she spoke, "There's no point to remaining here. Let's go home. We'll put on tea while we wait for the service team."
The least she could do was keep him company during that time. He'd saved them both as far as she was concerned, and she held him in much higher esteem for it.
The game of solitaire blurred as Myra focused her gaze on the figures emerging from the portal beyond it. Her hand wiped the cards from the screen a second later. "Ho shit, what happened?" she rose and moved to help but Meps warded her off with a hasty hand wave.
"We're fine," the lizard snorted as she scurried towards the exit. "Page a salvage team, won't you? Plump haunches shouldn't be wasted. I'll put this arm in a tub and come back for the rest of him."
"But he's-"
What, exactly? Large? Mechanical? Scary looking? Myra was understandably timid around certain types of machines... considering what the Drones had done, she had every excuse to be. Yet to blindly mistrust all machines was... well, speciest, especially for a drake. The teen swallowed back her fears and slowly approached the android, each mechanical tick or whir from it causing her to wince or flinch.
"Sorry about your arm," she paused a few feet from the android and nodded towards the exposed wires and connections at his shoulder. "Does it hurt much, Opa?"
Highfort wrote:ETHEREAL WOLD, THE GATEHOUSE OF FREYWOLD
"I do not. Have the. Implements. To consume. Tea," Opa pointed out, following Meps through the portal without further word. The patting of their flank confused them briefly, reminding them of Sister Gull and yet being unique. It was, as far as they could tell, a gesture of endearment and approval. They were useful.
It was nice to be useful.
Emerging through the portal, Opa noted Meps placing their ruined arm in one of the transport tubs. One of the tech-priests would be able to reattach it with a little work on the frayed wiring and the crushed metal and carbon housing. The approach of Myra, the coordinator of all the outgoing ocean-gate traffic, was noted and they turned to address her with a whir. Her gesture was answered promptly, the combat droid turning to offer her a better view of the exposed shoulder, wires and gears buzzing and whirring uselessly within.
"There is no. Need to. Apologize. I am not. Programmed. To feel pain," Opa explained, "I am aware. Of the damage. But I do. Not feel it. In the same. Way that. Organic beings do."
Opa paused for a moment, walking over to Myra's table and computer, "Sister Meps. Said there. Would be tea."
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
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