Installed 2 Index
It's going the way I want it to. Except they haven't arrived yet. Are they ver? Or mer? I'll tell you what they are in a sec. And taking a sec, you see, is how I'll tell you what they are. For they are a damaged people and their memories take a while. That is what I wanted to say however, and so for my sake I will say my sanity is in tact enough to tell you this story. He goes on adventures, you see. And I'll tell you about the people there. This is when I will tell you about mer and ver. For they are people.
Mer include mermaids, mermen, and merfolk. They are an industrious society, possessing advanced technology and they let their scales grow out and get dirty for style so much even though, with their advanced technology, they could clean each one with precision until it bled.
Ver are the orcs, for some of them are truthful, adamant, distinguished, and this shimmering color of green translucent, beaming as though a pale light transduced from their pores. They are a simple folk. For they have been oppressed by the intolerable orcs. Ver orcs are a peaceful species. They have turned good; to join the mer. The mer, a sensitively superior species perhaps as seen by some, but none of they themselves believed it too. And, being morally superior, they sought to better themselves constantly were it not for the verorcs whose presence, they took not to be insignificant, in a social way. It meant they might need to be wrong about each other. Have inferior language with one another. To trade places simultaneously. At a level where both understood. It might have been hard work but they were up to it. An aesthetic that be-mixed them. That seemed to prove virtuous. And without what unfeeling or inferior reciprocity in that way, the glo lived inside them.
The mer guarded them carefully, for verorcs seemed to be at the brink of defeat at the logic of their mer language. And that was not all of why it was stopping them, that it was gradually their shared language. Their mer and verorc banter commonspeak. For it continued like banter. And so was banter not what he continued that it continued and was so banter.
These Serendipitous monsters.
Hat, a mermaid, went to the grocery store wearing, you guessed it, a hat. It was a blue hat. Why so blue? A verorc was at the grocery store as often as verorcs do. They passed each other at the dairy. Nothing to say to each other anonymously. And they were anonymous in this particular instance. They may have never seen each other before.
Mer and Verorc labels were on all of the foods. This was part of the area known as bilingual Recreation. Strangely, both had ties with the evil that existed in the world as well as those who cleaned up after them. The radio flies, pixies, and fairies that kept the humans safe were their only tie to the verorcs and the mer, who also had ties with either faction, the Vampires, Werewolves, and Ohhgunnhisthth representing the worst of the commoners Recreation had to give.
And so, in the middle of the crossfire appearing to one another in the grocery store the virtue of Capitalism, first and foremost, furthered an Angle. Better known as a Slant. Or further deviations of such communicated perspectives.
It was a Fate Worse Than Death, then, that they happened not to speak to one another. And Hat went home, where she vowed to always have something to say to a verorc, no matter what the zombies in her head told her while she was in the grocery store. The verorc, never realizing anything had happened to this degree never thought, in all the whole wide world that she would do such. And she (the other one) realized that; and it didn't matter to her. Better Than Death undertaking to capitalize on the opportunity to speak to a verorc, Hat was never sure if she had ever finally spoken to this first convincing encounter and she hoped all faith in her, that she did eventually. Though if she had, she did not recognize.
I never feel like anyone sees me as feminine, he thought, walking out of the grocery store that day. Like it's not okay to do so. And I just don't want them to see it that way, he thought. He was, of course, partly a lesbian. He wanted a female partner. In the way a female wants a female partner, specifically. As a man. Yes, as a man.
Not everything proceeded from what Hat ended up doing.
But it was of significance, that the interaction between mer and verorc populace was bolstered by verorcs being enabled to breathe underwater.
His name was Nugg. He was a verorc from the midlands, north of the great sea. And a foolish verorc he was for he thought Hat was cute and didn't say hi. At least once. At least twice. At least three times.
They never met eyes, though she had begun speaking to him. It was okay right where she was, in his opinion. Never learning her name for what is a simple ruffian, a verorc to do? A mermaid, such a high class in the waters of old. Inaccessible to him. He would surely spoil it. He had always been a disappointment. That's why he left home. And he thought such, and thought of himself this way. And knew that was why.
It was the remarkable consequence; of his owning confidence. That he never cast away his sight, and that she took notice in several ways forward for she exuded confidence and they matched reciprocally this way. As much as either one wanted.
This is of course the meaning of a fair-ee.
He's always being a fair-ee.
She's always being a fair-ee.
It just works. It should be a standard. It should be a radio fly. "Why would a radio fly?" It flies because the music coming out of it. The radio fly, the best of the fairy creatures. The pixie, the middle agent, as many wings as their are standards. The fairy, the least of fairy creatures for always needing help. Always needing help as children with two wings and always needing help as adults with four wings.
They always need help. At least they were not demons. Helping a fairy once in a while was not like following a demon. Malevolent plans always belong to demons. And allowing them to succeed is not optional.
The glo was the best option for promoting anti-demon public health. An internal glow, for it appeared to them in their minds, the glo was better than any holy power.
There's glo inside all of us. The glo was the best option because it's always there inside us. You are that glo and if ever you feel that you are not going to glo you can be assured that you will. You always will. Glo is a force, an energy inside of us. Our imprint on eternity. When you see it in your mind you will know it is there because it has to glow for you to see it is you and you are a-glow.
Humans have the most glo because they are real and fantasy creatures have less glo because they are not real. Demons have the most glo among fantasy creatures. It is black, but it glows. It is deep, dark magic.
And so what we can say is that Hat and Nugg were admiring one another's glo. Mer and Ver glo are aesthetically pleasing to one another, Mer glo usually being a blue and ver orc, a green translucence between them both complimentary and beautiful. Ver, from the root word vert, for 'green' in French.
But, as I said, they hadn't arrived yet.
For they were not fully themselves.
Shapes cannot without Middles be. For shapes follow logic. "How can a middle not have a shape?" "You don't want to know."
But when the middle is remaining and the shape is intact, they generally follow a pattern of Life or Inanimacy. Middles are alive and they exist in Time. Animation is not possible without a Middle and so what Middles exist in time that cannot live without each other, for living Middles create more living Middles? That is why the Middle is a sacred concept in the Christianna. Time also has a Middle and we know it because we are in the Middle of it right now. If Time has a middle and there are middles in time, then we are all part of one great Middle. However without knowing its Shape or Purpose we are each reflections of that unknown Shape and Purpose. We have Purpose because our shapes allow it.
But it is not always our purpose to think about our purpose. God created the heavens and the earth for this reason.
My purpose is not what I am able to do. It is what I do that I am able.
Do not concern yourself over that meaning, for it is pithy. It's opposite being fluidity in these definitions I use, seek to use. I do not seek to define everything however as it is my goal to tell a story. With fluidity as I am able, I stitch the words together to want to know what I'm writing about. Writing does this sometimes. It refers to itself as metasexual, forever beyond any of your schemes for one another.
When writing comes out as metasexual we imagine that the writing itself is somehow beyond us sexually, as though advanced beyond it. Possessed, perhaps by an intellectual specimen whose own hypersexually advanced metasexuality was the consequence of having read it.
Also rape victims can use it to refer to themselves as forever beyond the perpetrator sexually. Or anyone else who has every felt sexually oppressed.
Yes, this story has rape in it because it about Earth.
The fantasy is that it is Recreation, obviously because fantasy is not real and so it would be a notion to say rape is Recreation is an equivalent as being not real but rape is not fantasy. Never fantasy.
Okay anyway.
That's enough about that.
Let's be metasexual.
For verorc sexuality and mer sexuality are meta to one another, as a place to start being global citizens together, because customs and traditions belonging to ver and not mer, or mer and not ver, interrupt proceedings as cultural differences in sexual domination and submission practices.
When mer people and verorcs no longer live in separate communities, community and culture grow alongside each other.
Verorc society and Mer society could help each other as long as they respected their differences. Ver, with their crude tools and construction. Mer, with their literature and histories.
The reason that this story begins in a grocery store is that it is so commonplace and yet the capitalist market in a fantasy world, of verorcs and merfolk, bears much in the way of understanding for why the world is this way.
Mer Histories would tell how culture emerged from ver- and merfolk going to the same groceries. The real question in History would be about what they are cooking in order to buy them groceries from the store. Mer are not fucking vegetarians; well some of them are. But Most of them want to eat a delicious fish. Verorcs, they eat anything; well some of them are vegetarians too but the ones that eat anything eat EVERYTHING.
Hat was in the seafoods section, a place much like the produce section in a land grocery store for it was presented as a series of aisles and clusters of baskets of which all kinds of fish, anemones, and shell creatures filled, layed out in columns.
Nugg was selecting spices in the Mexican aisle.
Hat, who was ten aisles over, could not hear him.
Whether anybody else could was in question.
But only briefly, for Nugg, selecting an orangey red powder, already thinking about what he would cook with it, proceeded to the next aisle.
This dish, Hat, and her recipe, was folded nicely in her hand. Hors d'oevres. A type of snail that feels like sustainable rubber to the pallet seasoned with Terragon and a particular type of salt.
Later Nugg was making chicken spiced tacos when his favorite song came on: whatever was on his playlist. And every night he went to the campfire, to listen and to talk to people, from the amphitheatre the place of performance.
When he danced at the amphitheatre, he spoke at the campfire, for one was the place of non-performance where he could speak anything on his mind. And after a Performance his mind was a treasure to others when he could speak.
Speaking during a performance was always an option.
Hard to do, but worth it.
The assumption at the campfire is that you need warmth, and so you share it with other people. At the amphitheatre, The assumption at the amphitheatre is that you are trying to perform best and so warmth may be trumped by popularity. Thank God for the distinction because without a place to unwind after a Performance who would be convinced that the performance meant anything. That a performance worth performing we could unwind from afterward. Everybody.
It's about what I can get done in one lifetime. For Performance requires non-performance sometimes to heal itself.
You don't need to perform your emotions. Not performing them is how you feel them. Repair is automatic.
Nugg's performance at the grocery store was good enough for Hat. That's why she vowed to speak to every verorc. She was advanced as fuck, and she could share it.
I will never forget it.
Nugg, on the other hand, stretched to accustom himself to mer culture, became a bit of an expert. And as an honorary mer, he finally understood that all verorc were part of mer culture.
He was gay, by the way.
Mer were all accepting toward gay people, for they were smarter. Verorcs thought it happened once in a while. But it just. While it was. Glo how you feel about your opposite sex partner. That's how gay people feel about each other.
So Nugg, this verorc guy, he was mythologically placed, installed in Hat's countenance (her behavior of mind) and they interacted psychologies reciprocally, as Humans do to each other.
Mer, less so.
Ver, all the time.
And it came to be under consideration that these societies needed each other.
Glo should be shared between faculties.
Cultural peace meant opinions.
Noticing differences between cultures was not racist.
Opinions belonged to those who believed in the beauty of their dreams.
Nugg did.
Hat did.
They coalesced peacefully.
That's why I keep going.
These two cultures unabated.
It's a fiction, of course. There are elements that are untrue. But Ideally, the mer and the ver populate with all the other demons and fairies. Fairies are the opposite of demons, you know, because they are good. Way too good. So good in fact. Like good enough to beat the demons. By being good. That's how good they were.
And good exists.
Mer and ver are often good. And they are always Good. Though they see things differently. Some good mostly mer are right about everything. But ver, on occasion, are right too.
Mer and Ver glo have much potential together.
For as I said, they were sharing fair-ees. One whom that it is fair to sexually unify with. Not necessarily to copulate; to share subtle sexual energy without physically touching perhaps only to be fairy. Or Pixie. Or Radio Fly.
That is not to say they don't exist. For they exist in Recreation. Our Recreation. A non-apocalyptic world of magic.
What is written in a Mer History? Why do they have Histories? Do Verorcs?
Verorcs have Histories but they belong to the Mer.
Mer write, under the second apocalyptic war demons have crossed the boundary into our world in the Seventh advent. We are beyond containing them and they have merged with the populace, who both admire and fear them.
They build complex societies, possibly more complex than our own but the distinction is not clear because our societies become their societies.
Nugg had a sophisticated and complicated relationship with demons as well. For Verorcs once served demonkind but since the last war had turned away from serving them altogether. In theory, anyway. It was impossible in the way they had enmeshed with society to prevent serving them (the public) completely. For these had invested in the demon public that being funded would lose their demonic properties eventually, and become good. Nugg reminded himself that he was part of the cause for good sex and since the demons knew so much about it he felt pressured to like them. Per se, that was the bigger picture in Recreation.
Metasexuality was in the public conscience however, and the blur between evil and good in a relationship became a primary topic for exploration.
The Christiannans would say there is a pleasure in what we call evil, and that that pleasure justifies its use.
Not to say that there is no evil. But that our awareness of it is changing.
The Christiannans ask, what is worse than death? How do we avoid it?
Is Evil worse than death sometimes?
If it's not, then why not do it?
This of course itself is evil, to do something as bad as death.
But why criticize death so?
Do something as bad as death, and come back and tell me whether you think it was evil.
Probably it was evil, because humanity is doing a good job keeping the globe in the picture. We don't need to do something as bad as death together in order to measure how much worse than death it is. Or do we detect the measure by performing it?
Either way, we stay focused on keeping the globe in the picture.
The Globe, to a Christiannan, means that Christianity is still one of the most popular religions. And it is seeking to uproot Christianity, because of it's lack of account for the fate worse than death. That is a fate worse than death.
The Christianna is not popular among mer- and verfolk.
Nugg at home did not kneel down to pray. He was a practical fellow. His interest was faire du bricolage, oddjobs and that was his practice in faith. He believed in what he could do. Not what he was being prevented from doing, because politics didn't matter that much to him.
Verorcs had trouble with politics; most of them had never studied at the elite superior academies of the Mer Kingdom like countless mer. Asking, "Anna,
What does it mean?"
"It means literature, in of all the world, believes that so-and-so can explain, can accomplish this task of explaining and guiding as though uber mentions of a meta-reality That is exposed in the literature. Black and White. Unknown."
There are other concerns, of course, like what does that have to do with Pleasure? Pleasure is a university, but he had never been to one of them. At least, not as a student.
What he knew.
Was how to build things.
How to fix things.
How to create things.
Basic God's tools for gardening.
The Garden was where all the fairies lived. Their glo permeating everything there. Groups of them flew between patches of flowers, hovering behind the bloomin' bulbs in the shade where it was cool.
Nugg's garden.
That he worked in every day.
Inhabited by everything except elves, probably. Leprechauns too! Installed 2.
Did you know Leprechauns are Irish and Canadian? One's Irish and one's Canadian. There are different types of Leprechauns also. They are the guardians of mental illness in children.
So Nugg was in the garden and a leprechaun popped out of a bush. It was wearing a very official warning on its expression.
"Are you Nugg? Nugg Witchstood?
Nugg was standing right in front of him.
"Yes," he replied.
"You're under the inspection of the Fairy Kingdom," said the leprechaun, "under his royal admiralty Thunder Blossom."
"What for?" asked Nugg.
"You do not have the most beautiful garden; people are saying this, and they want you to receive an award out in public."
"My garden has feeble intelligence," said the verorc, "for they are not advanced specimens."
"Well, this is an advance because you won the award."
"Sometimes Logic is Form, they say. It's those bleeding hearts Dicentra I keep, probably. I have daffodils, red ones, and lilies. Tiger Lilies. And that's how your garden grows, Mary, Mary, quite contrary."
"We will present the award in the public gardens downtown," he said.
"Why not here, at my house?"
"Please, madame we wish not to disturb the peace."
"How many people will there be?"
"All of them," said the leprechaun.
"Then at that," he said really gently, "I hope I come back with a boyfriend."
They laughed, and the leprechaun was already turning away.
"Good day to you sir," he said.
So Nugg finished up early that day and poured himself a bath with his favorite soap.
The dirt on his brow came off.
He meditated in the scent of the fresh soil and bubbles. And presently left the bathtub. He returned to his mission.
Scoping out mer-ver society.
And he was successful in a number of ways.
First, he learned that verorcs walk silently but when they can't, for example, when they are under water. Their boots clomp about. What keeps them to the floor of the ocean. Metal boots.
Second, Mer were a fashionable society, and they liked to dazzle each other with plastic jewels. Some of them were real of course but who could tell which? The water blurred their eyesight slightly allowing a trend to continue despite the true value.
So Everyone knew merfolk to have all kinds of jewellry anyway. And so the interplay between these societies about the sound of walking or the sight of being exquisite. It played out that day, at the presentation of the award. Mer people were inspecting themselves for being over-precocious. Verorcs were wearing exquisite plastic jewellry and nuts and bolts from the railyard.
The railyard just became my ultimate sexual fantasy. Rust covered everything on the ground, but not the boxcars. Well-lubricated. Massive.
Nuts and bolts from the railyard became a joke for habits formed/learned sexually.
Faire du bouche.
Though it could have been a quiet, sullen day.
Glo.
Positivity.
A ribbon Nugg hung on his chain link fence after the ceremony.
Orcs didn't need to wear glasses. At least. He didn't. The salt water corrected his sight so that he would never need to blink, allowing him to always have a view of beautiful Hat and, he suspected, this was why she could not see him for in her mind he was blinking and every time he did she flinched.
We know this because Nugg could see it. He could see her flinching. And wondered why that way However, he was unaware of the meaning behind it.
A mermaid that flinches, he thought. Every so often. Did mer have eyes? Surely they did. But he was not noticing them. Did they blink?
They had such strong necks. And beautiful, scale-covered tails.
For one must weigh with scales what they do, as fantasy creatures. On their frequency, everyone was Good. And that was an order. But on mer-ver frequency some verorcs were on the fringe of succumbing to their vast and scathed customs inherited from being the descent out of orc-demon practices.
Hence, flinching.
If this demon ancestry was the cause of her flinching whenever he did not blink she soothed, it's my excitement level. Really, he's a nice verorc. I'm sure of it.
Let me remind you, demons lived among them, and so verorcs were in a peculiar position to have rejected their demonic beliefs and yet to need to put up with demonic artifice of the beliefs of other people, including the mer.
It was difficult because mer were obviously advantaged in their own kingdom but such in presence met the demand for mer-ver interactions. In the public eye.
Versions of gossip we wouldn't tell to one another.
Verorcs grasped little of this culture, for to them, versions of gossip they wouldn't tell to each other were just versions of gossip. Strongly abhorred among the mer community, the system produced an advocacy for non-gossiping, which was revered in verorc society. The mer expected the ver to stop letting the gossip continue. But they had a different understanding of letting gossip continue. The verorcs liked non-gossiping too. And so was enhanced their argument that saying someone was to let gossip continue had they not been ordered not to by the majority itself was gossiping. It was pointed out that non-gossiping is a two-way street and it is how we build each other with a New Reciprocity that benefits both parties.
Mer had imposed New Reciprocity law after a Human invented it as a political strategy in recent years. It meant that when we say what each other are we say what we want to be.
They were unsure whether ver had recorded it properly and understood.
The mer had recorded it probably and understood.
The result was a New Reciprocity in Greater Society formed of verorcs and mer entertaining one another's hypothesis that Love meant together. That's how, It reminded them. One heartbeat to another.
Mer have hearts?
How many of them?
Are ver testicles green?
Two of them.
What?
And of course, because of all the complaints, mer-ver society thrived like alien species introduced to each other for the first time. Aware of their own intelligence.
I would like to request a New Reciprocity meant, like all things I see you're upset with me and I would like to know why. It meant creating a new relationship together.
Sharp-tongued shoot-from-the-hip sense of humor aside, looking for how in one another and finding it.
And so, I would like to request a new reciprocity, that I am the gay person and you will speak to me as to a gay person from, I do care, another country or civility in Recreation, or just one human to another, and being more feminine as one human to another wanting to speak all of the time, almost, as a woman and as a man simultaneously.
Do you get that?
I am two-spirited.
And from his sacred love soared both feminine and masculine attributes. For in his Focus and in his Language masculine and feminine contest each other only as they both agree to do so little gay boys who do not want to contest their sexuality, sensing some disadvantage in it do not need to, rather than having it opposed on them that they already are and need to continue dominating because "that's how it is" and "we all do this. Including you," as installed examples of having no reason to wit or evidence to support it. Me, the proof in the pudding.
For I am not interested in a rape culture.
If I have a masculine and feminine voice, and I am untoward, forgive me, for it is why I am untoward. You see, I do not feel respected equally as a man and a woman in society.
I'm not allowed to play on the girls' teams. But I am a girl. Typical psycho-societal bullshit. Of them to ruin it for me.
I am Proudly Angry about rape culture.
I am a man and a woman. That's why, I mean, why my voice is masculine and feminine. And that should be enough. If my voice is masculine and feminine, ver, my writer's voice is there, Mer were like «woah.» A masculine and feminine boy. Install me this way, God, because I'm pretty much a boss in this life. I know how the women are feeling instinctively; I know how the men are feeling instinctively.
Anyway returning to Nugg we observe, that he found a friend for Christmas. It wasn't Hat. But almost as good! It was Not-a-star-fish.
It seems to me I am prepared;
For whatever Not-a-star-fish is.
"Dive in if you can."
"It has an opening in its shell."
"Don't dive into there. It is what it uses to eat."
"How does it talk?"
"How does it dive?"
"It doesn't."
"But you are."
"Yes, I'm, Not-a-star-fish."
"That's what I mean. What do you talk with?"
"My mind. My sexuality."
"To me?"
"Yes."
"We're going to have to put a New Reciprocity in that, because I don't want to talk about your sexuality."
"Okay. Good. I never gave my sexuality to anyone."
"Fine. Agreed."
It was at this point when they did not separate, that they realized they could be friends. And it was at that point Nugg realized Not-a-star-fish as a person and not an automaton of lusty sexuality.
Metasexual.
Some relief to believe in it.
In all this sloshy world of sadness and woe at a time of homecoming. For we are all dearly in the Ocean. Awash with salt water tears. McFries. And electronic menues.
Narrating Angels that could not dwell with wings in the water, for the most pure essence of life water 'tis and Satan, the first Angel. The zeroeth Angel, before 1. Both the first and second, but never both together. You see my point. Satan eliminates.
I don't know how many angels there are but I would say the Zeroeth is Satan and he's first on my list because he makes an example of all the other Angels by being faster than "First." Zero wings wins. Zero wings are his. And he could fly.
I know two other Angels, possibly Arc Angels, together at this time.
One is a box with a top half and a bottom half being separated at just one junction of their sides so that they open together extending such large and graceful wings as two halves in linear placement with the box held on its side as wide as the example of one whole life. Two wings. The other is the skewer that makes the box into two halves. A long skewer he is. Well lubricated. Long enough for one another.
Do they reality or are they fictional too?
Never speak of Angels unless you mean it.
But not before God, the devil is, for he is inscrutable, the opposite of Creation yet its manufactured difference as a purpose for creating it.
It had to have happened first, at some point in Creation that the opposite of God appeared. And that he was the devil. And God saw in this an opportunity to create things unlike itself, for Lucifer, whose Final Glory was to boast this extenuating difference. To be unlike Creation itself.
In order to profit Creation.
For I'm sure there were a series of these phases. Minor or Small differences in manner of Creation and manner of destruction. Destruction, properly was to reunite with everything that had died or gone away.
As a thought it's quite alarming.
But comforting.
You'd think the universe would know by now, if there was ever a period in which sentience did never exist, us being first or last to continue existing and by my estimate the pattern ended at three. These phases of Creation. The Past. The Void. The Circle. The Circle being represented as the pi (π) symbol. A 3 number which in decimal places never ends. Theoretically. The void is the existence of that uncertainty that is the end of eternity. And the Past; when it wasn't.
And so God created the Devil before you. And you are it before you.
And so the Final Glory of Satan is your Final Glory forever. Or open your eyes and see that Angels are always good. That they are part of us. And this is how we share in their judgment. So entwined is reality between us and them that we cannot blame ourselves for being them sometimes and at the same time not.
God is an even further mystery.
But I'm guessing there was a startup fact, and that it could be represented as a number, and we can say this number is 1010103 and so the difference between its number and another's number was the existence of this difference such as like God and the Devil, was a relationship of difference prior to the generation of the first numerical fact. A process that is represented by all of creation which came after its Matrix bootup protocol. Somehow more sophisticated yet the result of less complex Sophistication at once. Like it had a middle somewhere out there further in space and in time. That had already begun.
A middle begins and ends you see. That is what it is.
What Shape is Space? the old will say.
"We know less about it than you think," will be the answer, for shapes are common in space. Yet to understand shape needing space. Yet the whole shape of it is not the same as any shape. It appears to be more complex than we could ever imagine. Shapes with middles in them within Middle Shapes with middles in time. And we are them too, like we could dream a world in which nobody has a shape or time to be a form with Logic in its construction. Between Satan and God maybe but not us, mere mortals. Bound to Form. And realizing our own Middle.
Mere verorcs. Mer verorcs. Mere-mer verorcs. Hard-to-tell-orcs what a mer middle is for. Swimming probably.
Though mer have been known to dance. They dance so hard they knock themselves about a room their tails being strong. So strong.
Nugg dances without moving a tail so he stays perfectly centre in the room.
He was groovin' in his data cell structure where everything that was done to him was recorded. By memory. Keeping in mind everything that was done to him was beyond his imagining and included what he had done to himself.
There is enough stability here, he thought, in my data cell structure for it appeared to be the room I was in and it appeared to be peaceful. Lively. The existence of data in a cell that protected it. My home. My glo.
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