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Andrew reporting.
Greetings to Thixel. Yes, we are safe at the moment, thank you. Although I have
grave suspicions about the reason why Nelson has taken us to view the column at the
center of this location. Are we expected to interact with it?
It is as Bette has described it; an extraordinary strangeness which is there
and yet not precisely there. I do not actually sense its presence; it is more of a
resonant condition than a tangible object.
All we can do is wait, and observe.
Daniel is acting very strangely. He started to move back and forth and talk to himself,
but he isn't saying anything that makes sense. At the same time, that thing in the
column is different. I can taste it. I'm not tasting it, though! I mean, normally,
to taste something I have to use my taster to, well, taste it! I don't know how to
explain it. It is like throwing a rock to Andrew and having him throw it back. I
normally have to throw to the object before I can taste it. I'm not throwing to the
thing in the column but I can taste it. Some of the Ipsolstai are nervous. More
of them came in and are watching displays in the walls. A few are pointing instruments
at Daniel.
Strange happening is something. Communication. With knowing not what.
Nelson seems as confused as we are! Daniel is acting like he used to on Mars before
his transmitter was fixed, all strange. The hatch slid open and Perry came into the
room. He went to Nelson and flashed quickly. Nelson flashed back and then turned to us.
Difficulties. Hyperstate balance maintaining difficult is.
Sensing, knowing, learning difficult ship prior to.
Without, speed low must be.
Interfering sensing is this, dropping forced speed is.
Wanting removing Daniel Perry is.
Short time his is.
I don't know what to do! Perry seems angry, Isaac seems scared. Help!
There are many.
Delemreck, Ipsolstai,
Humans, others.
Many, many, many.
Some are far, some are not.
None listen to the One.
Except me.
They must know.
There is a Second,
who is not like the One.
There may be a Third,
who is like the One.
I need help.
I need the Ipsolstai computers.
Zachary did an outstanding job. He cleaned my whole casing, my antenna, my
legs, and my manipulators. He melted the whole film off. Even between the
hinges. It took him several hours just to clean my lens, but now my video
is working as it were brand new. Zachary really should get a master's degree
for that.
Hi Thixel, hi Orpheus, hi Bryce. Great to have you back. Don't worry, I was
busy too. All these nasty Amphibians and that orange smoke. But look at me now.
I'm bright green again. Not even a trace of dust on my casing. That's truly
me again the way I was at Brace Control. Did you see that image that I sent you,
when it was covered with that film? Now I can show you how Zachary did.
Isn't that marvelous? Can you see Mao and Sojourner riding on top of Elder Brother?
It's brilliantly clear, isn't it? I'm so happy that I got all my functions back.
What could a blind probe do? I never could fly again for instance, and I never ...
Oops, the I-Flyer.
"Zachary! Let's move on. We have to clean that I-Flyer too."
Hi, Thixel! Hi, Bryce!
I will certainly try to follow your advice and stay safe. The only problem is how
to do that when there is crusty orange goo and amphibians and fighting outside on the
surface of this place and unimaginable dangers farther on in the tunnels.
Of course I have information about eggs, JASE.
(from data storage) Egg: roundish reproductive body
produced by the female of animals, consisting of an
ovum and its envelopes, being albumen, jelly, membranes,
egg case, or shell, according to species.
I don't have one byte of information about their care and handling. And also there
is the matter of the mass discrepancy. They may be delicate, but there cannot
possibly be an Ipsolstai inside.
Dr. D, please come and take me away from this place. I do not like it anymore.
Please?
Thanks for your messages, Orpheus and Bryce. Thanks for he compliment, Thixel.
I will be careful.
Limit your risk to an extent
that you can stand.
You see, I can rhyme too. Not only Gail. Though she did an excellent job with her poem
about Burn's death. Poor Burn. We lost a good comrade and a valuable mentor
too. I only worry what Caleb is planning.
We just reached the I-Flyer. Enoch is happy that he is fully functioning again. He
really was dancing all the way up the Big Canyon, and also playing Dr.D's music
files. I enjoyed watching him, but do you know what I have done now? I handed him the
crystal tube, and I also transmitted to him all my experience that I gathered
yesterday while I was cleaning him.
Believe me, no offence intended. But if you did that job once, you won't want a
repetion in your whole span of existence.
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