"Where is the Trace?"
The Sphere did not answer
Mars cast about turning his head this way and that. Taking in the sky as the Sphere had called it, the smally soft stuff they all knelt in. Kymat Geyrson and Fijbold Terakyshad been exiled here- whereever here was. There would be no going back- no way to even know where "there" was since they would have no idea where "here" was. They may not even be in the same Galaxy - an odd word almost enough to make him stop and consider the limitations that his mind put to the term. This language (whatever that was) indicated that whereever "here" was- it was far less advanced/aware/understanding/comprehending- there was no word that felt right then from where he and the others had come from. He would have to remember what the Trace had told him to do, accept whatever happened as the new being- the new reality that surrounded him.
Fijbold was not having the same amount of luck. He was making a strange noise and his face was wet with a liquid substance coming from- Mars peered at the man- yes coming out of the strange twin orifices on his- face (that was the word). Fijbold did not look (happy) - would this being different get better/improve/right/evolve/adapt?
"There is no Trace here, Exile Mars." the Sphere finally answered. "Soon even this unit will cease to function. If you have questions- you must ask in the next five Parsecs/minutes or it will be to late and you will need to leave or suffer injury."
The Sphere did not answer
Mars cast about turning his head this way and that. Taking in the sky as the Sphere had called it, the smally soft stuff they all knelt in. Kymat Geyrson and Fijbold Terakyshad been exiled here- whereever here was. There would be no going back- no way to even know where "there" was since they would have no idea where "here" was. They may not even be in the same Galaxy - an odd word almost enough to make him stop and consider the limitations that his mind put to the term. This language (whatever that was) indicated that whereever "here" was- it was far less advanced/aware/understanding/comprehending- there was no word that felt right then from where he and the others had come from. He would have to remember what the Trace had told him to do, accept whatever happened as the new being- the new reality that surrounded him.
Fijbold was not having the same amount of luck. He was making a strange noise and his face was wet with a liquid substance coming from- Mars peered at the man- yes coming out of the strange twin orifices on his- face (that was the word). Fijbold did not look (happy) - would this being different get better/improve/right/evolve/adapt?
"There is no Trace here, Exile Mars." the Sphere finally answered. "Soon even this unit will cease to function. If you have questions- you must ask in the next five Parsecs/minutes or it will be to late and you will need to leave or suffer injury."
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