“Work work work work work...”
“Yeah, that's
good. You don't have to sing the whole thing. That was nice.”
“Thanks. So are
you coming to the show tonight? I have a bunch more mash-ups I've
been working on.”
“Actually, this
is all really new to me and I'm just kind of settling in...”
“Okay. Yeah, it
can be weird at first. At least the robes are comfy but these winged
backpacks take some getting used to. The fog should burn off by noon,
then you'll get a good look at things. There are plenty of empty
bunks, just ask around at any tent. The parade is at three. Potluck
at seven. Voting starts tomorrow. There are no gods. And soon enough
we'll be moving on to the next... phase? No, the next step, that's
what we're calling it this time.”
“And what about
the...?”
“Oh, the
fluctuating energy circlets above our heads? Nobody knows. Probably
alien AI. They don't do anything. Just ignore them.”
“Great. So which
tent is for the hot people?”
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