@VisualInspiration
- Try not to break anything, okay?
- As always.
- I still have some paradox prevention paste left, we can glue any damage
- Yet don’t break anything, Twenty-four!
- I froze the whole place with SloMo Forte, Boss.
- Good, Thirteen. But keep your cloaking devices turned on, just to be on the safe side,
- Look, what’s that?
- This should be one of…
- No!
- Can’t be!
- Sure. It must be one of our ancestors. Look at it: Two legs, two arms, one head.
- That’s not a head. It’s – disgusting! An amorphous mass of – gunk!
- Sure. But that’s wat evolution means.
- Still disgusting. I do not descend from this aqueous thing!
- I’m examining the other specimen over there while you are discussing esthetics.
- They are cute in some way.
- See its extremities. There are smaller extremities attached to them. Do you think they are fractaloids?
- These are called fingers and the fingers don’t have any extremeties themselves.
- How do you know that?
- It’s in the the reader. They were needed for gripping things. Imagine, the protozoa had no fields, no thrusters, no repulsors.
- You’re a smart one, Thirteen!
- Look, here, these finger are … oh!
- You ripped the arm off, you empty tin-box!
- Oily leak!
- Let me fix it with that paste. See here… just a moment… done! Like before.
- I’m not sure. It extends into the other direction.
- Really?
- Shouldn’t we remove it from the continuum then?
- Pah, never mind, no one will notice.
- Quiet, Boss is coming back!
- Eighty-nine, can we travel on some more centuries? This one’s boring.