DREAMLAND.
Non Sequitur sleeps [https://i.imgur.com/81o3AEN.png]
Non sprawled on a sofa as Rumbler the Robot set up a Radiant Deluxe Meteor screen on a tripod. A twin filled another sofa. As the screen powered up, the walls vanished in favor of magma. The ceiling, in favor of an icy moon.
“Some say the world will end in FIRE,” said Rumbler. “Some say in ICE! From what you’ve tasted of desire, do you hold with those that favor fire?”
“I’m ... dreaming of a white iceball. This is the Theia impact or something. It’s not Earth’s end. It’s the beginning.” The Earth taur’s pattern took on X’s and straight lines.
“And Earth has LOCKED an answer. What say Icarus?”
The Icarus taur featured O’s and curves. “I’d say that for destruction ice is also great and does suffice. Fire and Ice is a Robert Frost poem. My Earth half knows it.”
“And the score is, BOTH of you are in trouble. Earth, you stole my set-up. Yes, this is the Big Splash. The Giant Impact. I’m about to MOON you two. Icarus, this is a competition. No points for helping the other side. Icarus, welcome to Earth’s home movie nights. Who is THIS?”
Slide of a 7-year-old buck-toothed human in an orange jumpsuit with a yellow balloon on a green lawn.
“It’s a young me at Dover. Second grade,” said the Icarus personality.
Next slide: sunburned senior human reading a TV Guide with Kirk and Spock on the cover.
“That’s my Earth grandfather. March 67. Last photo before he died.”
Slide of a cliff-hanging equitaur colt with two arrows in his chest while an armored ape archer aimed another arrow. Earth found he could talk now.
“That’s me. On my character sheet, I’d added a collection of all the arrowheads pulled out of Non’s body. Thought his healing should be better. I kept bumping up the number. Non, I’m so sorry.”
“I cursed you as I fell. I’d been shot ten times by that point.”
“The story you wrote was fiction. Only the counts were changed to protect Non’s mind,” said Rumbler as the sky turned uglier.
“Should we worry about the impact?”
Theia slammed their area into the Earth’s magma, letting the equitaurs see the impact and explosion from the inside as they shook violently.
“Not the best vantage point here in the asthenosphere. Let’s roll the film.”
Rumbler started a grainy film of the Theia-Earth Impact. “Collisions used to be my entertainment. Took me billions of years to figure out life existed, then more billions to figure out the importance of backup copies. I’m not the sharpest ringularity.” Rumbler let the equitaurs stand as the dream changed to a beach near a jungle. The two Non’s hugged but noticed flying lizards and an incoming asteroid.
“This is the top of the Yucatan. Chicxulub,” said one of the equitaurs.
“Stop stealing my thunder. But yes, an embarrassing moment. I got distracted trying to keep various dinosaur species and backup planets alive. I had thousands of nautiloid agents on Earth. Great hourly data on the oceans. Data on objects in the sky, not so good. In 50 seconds, a nautiloid agent 80 kilometers north reports no sky activity. I’ve been a whole series of nautiloids. That asteroid is clearly visible at the surface.” Rumbler pointed up at the Chicxulub impactor. “But now it’s time to talk about the fight club. You’ll notice you’re each covered with X’s or O’s. Stop hugging and get ready to Rumble!”
The taurs looked at themselves and each other.
“O for Origin?” asked O.
“We have to fight?” asked X. “Earth is the eXtraterrestrial here, so I’m X?”
“You do and you are! On my left at 512 kilograms is O, representing Origin planet Icarus. The challenger, also at 512 kilograms, is X, representing Earth. At stake: who gets to be the Dominant Personality? Let’s see some Blood on the Beach!” said Rumbler.
“What if we refuse to fight?” asked X, as he put Icosian behind O’s back to set up an advantage.
“I think we have to,” said O, landing a right hook on X’s head before unsuccessfully trying to rear back, blocked by the immobile staff.
X shook off the weakly committed hit, then landed hard punches to O’s abs with a follow-up return punch to O’s head. O wheezed, gasped and panicked, not comprehending the immobility.
“And we have a Rumble! We start with a dirty trick by X with a blocker behind O’s withers. And he was just hugging the guy! O lands the first punch but is mystified by why he can’t back up. That’s enough for X to get in hard hits, and now he’s rearing up for a kick. But O defends with an opaque screen!”
O put a meter wide black disk in front of the rearing X, dropped to his knees in the sand and summoned his own Icosian, bracing it into the sand like a spear against a charge. A quick glance showed that X’s black staff still hovered in place.
Rumbler used a brassy announcer voice. “X lands hard on O’s staff, a blow behind the forelegs. Crack, lower sternum! If that had been a spear, this would be OVER! X has no idea what just happened. That black screen is bisecting his muzzle right now. He’s going to fall onto his right side!”
Just as their overeager announcer had proclaimed, a resounding crack and an equally pained yell filled the air as X’s full weight slammed on the blunt point of O’s staff. He couldn’t see anything; but didn’t want to force his sternum to grind on whatever that agony was.
O helped guide X down, keeping the braced staff to X’s chest as X’s right side slammed into the sand. O then rolled to get out from under X’s staff.
“That was a 2-meter circle arc—he braced the staff,” thought X as he grabbed some sand. He heard O roll as his vision cleared, then put a motion vector on his own staff to stay over O’s body, then sprang to his hooves as O tried to do the same.
O prepared to throw his staff as he finished his roll, ready for X to get up. Perplexingly, O found his body pinned down, as X got up and lunged at him. O threw his staff at X.
X took a step and found walking hard. His horse chest hurt immensely and his front legs were numb. He saw O’s staff come at him and couldn’t dodge as it hit his upper chest. ‘What is O’s thing with smashing my sternums?’ But he did manage to catch the staff after it hit him hard.
X CLAIM ICOSIAN O AND USE INERTIA ABOVE O.
║ SUCCESS. O, YOU HAVE LOST CONTROL OF ICOSIAN O.
“Pocket sand!” said X, throwing the contents of his other hand into O’s face. X gripped the immobile staff with both hands to keep from falling as he tried to figure out how well he could walk.
O saw X’s injury problems as his staff landed a solid hit, but then it hovered oddly instead of falling. A message tried to get his attention just before his eyes and upper nostrils filled with sand. He had a King of the Hill memory as he tried to back away, but something still pinned him. O reached back and felt the staff behind him. Though sand-blind, he could make out the message. ‘X stole my staff!’ Then an explosion to his left. ‘Ignore that. We’re in a meteor storm. Steal back and block blindly.’
O CLAIM ICOSIAN X.
║ SUCCESS. X, YOU HAVE LOST CONTROL OF ICOSIAN X.
X needed a few minutes to walk off this injury but didn’t have it. But he could lock his knees. He released the Inertia on staff O just in time to see he’d lost staff X. A companion for Chicxulub decimated part of the jungle as he swung Icosian down on O’s head. O managed to block, holding the staff overhead as he backed up and got to his hooves.
O reared up, took a half-turn demivolt and landed galloping towards the ocean. Once in the water, he tried to make a opaque screen on the shoreline, then started splashing the sand out of his eyes.
X watched O do a fancy turn before running into the water, then a ten-meter square wall of black appeared to the left of his line of sight on O. ‘What to do?’ X limped to get behind the black wall before O cleared his eyes. ‘What to do?’ Maybe hide in the jungle. Or cling to the staff and use a vector to levitate up and over O for a chance to attack from behind, with O’s black screen as a distraction.
X saw Rumbler sitting on a tree stump, recording commentary while watching the fight.
“I concede. I’m hurt badly. I’m not mobile enough to pull off a victory before that hits,” said X, pointing up. “I might evade O for that long, but I’d need to levitate to avoid leaving a trail.”
“No concessions in the meteor club!” announced Rumbler. “Chicxulub is still three minutes away.”
X put his arms around the black staff, then used a vector to lift his front hooves off the ground. His hind hooves dragged in the sand momentarily, then they lifted up. Holding up his weight like this hurt a lot, especially with the chest injuries.
X VECTOR LIMITS?
║ VECTORS ARE LIMITED TO YOUR PEAK STRENGTH, SPEED OR ACCELERATION.
O stepped out of the water; his eyes cleared. “I can see you, X. You’re not going to float away unseen.” O began whirling the staff around himself.
X’s staff wobbled in the air as he reached ten meters up, his whole body swaying as the staff careened more and more. Then X slipped off, screaming as he tried to figure out how to land.
“Damned falling dreams!”
CRACK! X’s lower front right leg calf bone snapped as he landed badly. X rolled onto his back as O walked up, looking at the broken bone sticking out from the gory leg.
“Cannon bone, rough.” O turned to Rumbler. “Do I win?”
“O! This hurts bad. You have to end this! One good blow to my head should satisfy Rumbler. This side. No, wait, this side, I think I’m left-brained.”
O readied the swing as if Icosian was a golf club. “As you wish, X. Good fight.”
“One more thing first,” said X, looking straight up at O from the sand, hands holding his mangled leg.
X RELEASE INERTIA.
“Sure thing,” said O, holding the pose as he waited for X’s last request.
X watched the heavy staff land end first on O’s head. O went limp and collapsed atop him.
“And we have a winner! With extreme duplicity, X has won the fight! The staff wobbling in the air should have been a clue, but O never looked up how the vectors worked. And O never looked up! X deliberately let his leg break so he could be on his back as he maneuvered the staff to just the right spot above. While O looked down! Desperate but devious!” announced the robot.
Atop X, O’s consciousness returned to hear Rumbler’s commentary. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“For what it’s worth, O, X truly did concede to you. Neither of you wanted to fight. O, you showed mercy to X, and he thought you’d do it because he would have shown mercy to you.” On the Radiant Deluxe Meteor projector screen, Rumbler played a movie of the Chicxulub impact. The taurs had no injuries.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
The Cretaceous period ended as Chicxulub smashed down.
Both taurs stood in a park featuring many books on signs and benches. In a recreation of Lerna Springs, a Non from the past hauled a heavy wagon loaded with water bottles and books. On a tree, an ivory-billed woodpecker rapped on one of the dream trees.
“When I let X know I had a trillionth of the mind of Sagittario, he called me a pico id, then joked about picoids. Woodpeckers. I’ve been the consciousness of many different creatures, but never a picoid. What do you think of the work of Walter Lantz and Grace Stafford? No comments? You two can talk. We’re in Book Park, no impending doom.”
“You did twice warn us not to steal your thunder,” said X, ensuring his leg was okay.
“There I go,” said O. “Five days ago, I’m leaving for a book and water haul. I’m reading Rashomon for the first time. But first, a stop at Queerqueg to fill my beerkeg with grain water. I saw Rumbler in the park while in the walk-thru. If you’re wondering, grain water has more nutrients.”
The robot pointed to the park. “I’m sitting on the Third Man bench, reading Dragon’s Egg before my appointment with the hydra. You got your eight liters and left. An hour later, L5 greeted me.”
The scene shifted to Lernea’s lair, Rumbler setting down his backpack.
“Great to see you, Rumbler,” said Lernea Five. “I’m Five, sort of the trickster of the group. The stoic head playing with a recording device is Three. She’s the leader. We look forward to your book reading. But also, we’re hoping to help you with a new position. Could you grab that wrapped staff?”
Past-Rumbler lifted Icosian as Now-Rumbler spoke. “I could tell it was special, but kept my silence.”
“That staff got built for an employee. It’s here for a library copy, it should have 4 exabytes of storage. Would you like an upgrade to a modern mechanical? If you can interface with that, that might make things a lot easier for us to help you,” said L5.
“We talked quite a few times over the next few days about the storage devices and how an upgrade might work. Rumbler’s fans came to see my book readings. More fans than I realized,” said Rumbler, as a red-crested bird landed on his shoulder. “A few days later, you tracked down Birds of America, which has a picture of this guy,” said the robot, advancing the slide projector to an Audubon picture.
Slide: Plate 66, Ivory-bill Woodpecker.
“Not extinct here, by the way. Back in the park, an anthro mouse stepped up to talk to me.”
Slide: “A fellow named Murphy Roths Large. A mouse breed with strong regeneration. I found his picture on a social site called Fuerdai. In the background, a painting of Murphy in a regal pose with a sword. In the foreground, he’s posting about burning the painting his father got for him.”
Murphy Roths Large [https://i.imgur.com/tpLP9yx.png]
Slide: “After a Dragon’s Egg reading, the mouse asked if we could meet in the morning–”
Slide: “Back at the Third Man bench. A novella that came before the movie.”
Slide: “The mouse showed me this journal: The Learning Hydra.”
MRL: “We found Lernea’s original journal. We’d like to present it to her as a surprise. You have a good announcer voice, so we thought you could do the presentation.”
Slide: Script. “Dear Lernea. Long ago, you wrote about a learning hydra–”
MRL: “But it should be a surprise. I have a hooded cloak you could wear. Let me help you get it on.”
Slide: Hooded silver cloak.
Slide: Rumbler disguised in the silver cloak.
Rumbler: “When are you doing this presentation?”
MRL: “Right now! Let’s hurry. We don’t want to be late.”
In an audiovisual scene, Rumbler and the mouse finished the book steps, passed a carriage at the cave entrance, then walked past a cart, a unicorn, a minotaur and Non’s staff.
“At this point, I realized I’d been hacked. While Lernea practiced a presentation about Earth 200 million years ago, someone else controlled my actions.”
“I can relate,” said Equitaur O. “That’s been my day.”
“Yes. I couldn’t undo the hack, but I could see your staff. I’d been interfacing with it for days at Lernea’s prompting. The staff had cutting-edge components I’d get in an upgrade, so I’d been testing it.”
For the two equitaurs, the scene changed to Lernea’s library, with the hydra talking and making holograms of ancient Earth alongside a nautilus with wriggling cirri.
LERNEA 4: “The Cimmerian rift, east of Pangea, led to the first sustainable life on Icarus. Intelligence experiments produced what are now called the ammonites. By … ahem, narration pause.”
HACKED ROBOT: “Lernea, a moment of your time.”
LERNEA 3: “If you’re with Duracotus, the staff is near the entrance. Otherwise the library opens in 75 minutes. Come back then.”
HACKED ROBOT: “Lernea, I am Silver Screen. I have your journal here.” (brandishing journal)
“While I’m flipping through the pages, the others are moving to attack positions. I have Lernea’s full attention with all five heads. I see L3’s anger. So I stopped trying to unhack and instead downloaded myself to your staff. Personality transfer is destructive. Whatever these people are doing, maybe I can monkeywrench it by destroying Rumbler.”
LERNEA 3: “How did you get THAT?” (clutching at the key on her neck)
HACKED ROBOT: “I’m the leader of the Herculean Group. The Strength to Move Planets. Obtaining your journal was a triviality. I considered this scribble for a movie, but after carefully considering your journal, story and life, we decided that you are UNWORTHY.”
The scene froze as ten lasers, violet-blue-green-yellow-red, pierced Rumbler in the silver cloak, riveting X’s attention. O silently walked around the stage, looking at available details of the attackers.
“You didn’t get a good look at them,” said O, who put a time dial screen in the air. The equitaur turned the dial to advance the attack. “You’ve been processing our shared memory.” The hydra’s claw slammed down on Rumbler in the last active frame. Crime scene frames followed afterward.
“No control, in a hood, antique era robot eyes. The backpack had signed books given to me as Rumbler. I planned to give them to Lernea. I’d been fired as an announcer in Athens.”
“Sorry about that, Rumbler. Last month, Lernea 5 asked me to figure out how to get her best reader promoted. Some spying told me the tenuousness of your position and what your bosses wanted. I helped Lernea’s gal craft the perfect introduction to get your job. I was L5’s spy and fixer.” O languished on the words. “If it’s any consolation, I questioned this mission, but L5 swayed me into doing it.”
“WHAT?” Rumbler’s voice jumped fifty decibels. “YOU got me FIRED?”
O sighed. “Last month was Learn. Lernea was the founder of the yearly Learning Games. I did script sabotage while you were live on the air.”
“WHAT? You did WHAT?” said Rumbler.
“Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here. This is the war room!” said X. “I didn’t mean to say that aloud.”
“If Lernea hated me so much, why did she invite me here?” asked Rumbler.
“She didn’t hate you. She had a new position planned and wanted to offer a new job, a better salary, and help with an upgrade. She thought you were Adam Link, the original I, Robot by Otto Binder. But he also created Supergirl, Captain Marvel and Brainiac. You were an abandoned character.”
“My last story was written a few days before Pearl Harbor. I got abandoned as a character within a year. The last story featured arena combat. When I took over, it seemed fitting to be an announcer robot. And all went well until YOU got me FIRED and your boss KILLED me!” Rumbler twisted the time dial to show Lernea destroying the robot over and over.
X pointed at a round object that appeared and disappeared. “What’s that?”
O and Rumbler spoke together. “A recording device.”
After a glare at O, Rumbler spoke more. “Lernea Three loved it. The other heads were less enthused.”
“Heads. Why did the Herculean group take the heads?” asked X.
“Destructive copies can be made from an intact brain into a suitable unpaired host,” answered O. “Rumbler, I do apologize. I know you’re mad. I hope you’re angrier with the Herculean group. As Rumbler, you relied on one schtick for a century. During my sabotage attempts, I also learned that your boss planned for you to get destroyed in an accident so he wouldn’t look like a bad guy firing you.”
“WHAT‽”
“I’m having a hard time lying in this dream fugue,” said O. “They saw you as a long abandoned antique robot despite your fans. You’d stopped socializing. I had no idea you were a sector personality for the galactic core. I don’t know if you’ll let me wake up again. But I saw a chance to get you out of a rut.”
“What’s this about not waking up?” asked X, alarmed. “Better say my goodbyes, then. And I’m saying all my thoughts. I’m glad I got to be you, Non. Rumbler, did you report this when I got you online?”
The two equitaurs held hands as they waited on Rumbler’s reply.
“No. No one knew me as a sector of Sagittario’s firewall.” The robot calmed. “Hundreds of influential people told secrets to Rumbler. I didn’t want to cause a planetary incident by letting on that they’d spoken to a sector.”
“I should try flattery,” X announced to the room. “Dammit. But I did think your planetary collisions were spectacular. And I love your world here. Must have taken a long time to get it right.”
“Rumbler, you triggered a ping from the staff!” said O. “Look at this. The mouse, Murphy Roths Large, has a ticket for the Erymanthia in his back pocket, Athens to Byzantium. The minotauress has the nametag She-Taurus. Letter swap of Thesaurus. Her pants have stitching for Minnetaree.”
Rumbler creaked. “Where Sacagawea lived before Lewis and Clark. Here it’s an island where Milwaukee would be. The Minnetaree Minotaurs.”
“Cart’s from Ceryneian Overnight Deliveries,” said X.
“I have a license number on the carriage from when I saw it in Tripoli,” said O. “From the Nemea Fighting Academy, according to a license book in the library.”
“Herculean Group. The Strength to Move Planets. Golden apples of the Hesperides. Hercules held up the Earth for Atlas,” said X. “Curiously close to TASC, the Terrestrial Axis Straightening Company. But I’d go right to the 12th labor, Cerberus. Is there a project for ‘Abandon All Hope’? Doomsday planning?”
“That’s Dante, not part of the 12th labor,” corrected O.
“Doomsday planning?” interrupted Rumbler. “You’ve been told about the end of the Milky Way, and you wonder if I have failsafes? Right after I forced you through several catastrophes? I DO! But not something this sector has done. I couldn’t even plan for an equitaur stabbing me in the back! Or getting hacked! Or his boss focusing lasers on me!”
“Laser focus. Aren’t we getting distracted from my mind meld? Rumbler, O listened to you on the radio all the time. He was a fan,” said X.
“I’m delaying the end of Rumbler. My apologies. You will wake up. I didn’t expect to be hit by so many surprises. I appreciate the honesty. Goodbye.”
X tried to stop the transition. “Wait! You can join my dreams any time, Rumbler. I like you!”
Particles drifted through the light beam of a movie projector shining onto a Radiant Deluxe Meteor screen set up in a downstairs living room. X and O on the carpet next to each other.
O looked around. “I guess we dream-jumped anyways.”
X gestured to the screen. “The last time my Dad showed family movies. Early seventies. Up on screen, that’s me on the beach with horseshoe crabs in the late sixties.”
“Saturday, October 28, 1972. You saw Yellow Submarine tomorrow, another childhood anchor point. You don’t remember this carpet we’re on, but that movie and this home film, yes.”
“I’m surprised it’s so clear. My Earth Dad must have spent hours splicing these together.”
“There’s a Home Movies stack of CDs near your desk that got put into your library.”
X sighed. “I don’t think I ever watched it. I never liked myself much.”
O pulled X in for a hug. “Meanwhile, you liked centaurs most of your life. Not quite yet. Next year, 1973, Golden Voyage of Sinbad. You started looking for centaurs. Want some dream popcorn?”
“I’d like that. And I’m amazed you’ve watched over me all these decades and liked all I did,” said the Earth-based personality.
“Hardly. You did many things I disapproved of. Sometimes you gave up, had anxiety, or got lazy,” O stroked fingers through X’s mane. “I liked about 80% of what you did. Out of all the people that would like to be an equitaur, there is no one I’d like to be more than you.”
“Isn’t that a small group of people?”
“It is! In return, you hesitated when you saw the equine food restriction list. You winced when you learned I got Rumbler fired. I cringed when I learned you betrayed Sicilicis Anatto, now Swee. No one is perfect under a microscope. We both have plenty of regrets over things we’ve done. I’m certain that we’ll each weigh our own mistakes as the worst.”
“Sorry about the pizza. I actually haven’t eaten a pizza in some years.”
“We can eat pizza or anything else, we just can’t survive on them. Your potato intolerance drove me crazy. You had all those awful acid nights, so I tracked your diet. I figured it out fifteen years before you did. Many dream memory updates suddenly ended with a mouth or nose full of acid.”
“I thought I’d kept the potato stupidity private.”
“I know I’ll be better with you. Do you know what the highlight of my day has been?”
“Meeting Cepheid? The constellation puzzle? Getting Icosian? Meeting Rumbler?”
“Your quick rejection of the ‘Can I be Human Instead?’ poster. After an hour of being me, you wanted to stay as me. Huge relief. Do you know what the funniest thing was?”
“The bit and bridle?” X blushed, recalling Rumbler calling him out for it. Stupid. But now he was already missing Rumbler. He’d been awful to Rumbler, just a robot trying to get by.
“Yes. Frustrating and then hilarious when Rumbler called you out on it. Really, though, thanks for reading so many books and seeing so many great movies! Thanks for finding so many cool math things! It’s been fascinating getting each update.” O hugged X.
X hugged back tightly. “You’re so welcome. I had no idea, I thought I was just an introvert.”
“Yeah. But I’ve been much the same. Hauling books, being a Faraday.”
“The Faraday of electromagnetism?”
“Yes! He grew up poor, an apprentice to a bookbinder. But he secretly read all of those books. He sat in on a class at a college and later presented the professor with an exquisitely bound book of course notes. Even with no schooling, that skill with books got Faraday a job at the college. Then he discovered lots of things about chemistry and wires. I read about Faraday in one of the books I secretly read during a haul. As for our body, the shifting patterns and distributed memory haven’t been too bad.”
“Distributed memory?”
“With regeneration often comes distributed memory. Many of our cells can revert to stem cells or store a megabyte. We’re obsolete. In the latest versions, cells can store a gigabyte. But we have a lot of cells. Our staff has a more modern interface than I was born with, about a billion times faster.”
“Can we still have dreams like this?” asked X.
“Probably. We also have a twin brother. Chyron. He lives in Xanthi,” said O. “Before we forget it, I think Rumbler meant to make a point about Silver Screen as an ongoing threat. Let’s edit this video for Fichet.”
“Fichet?” asked X. “The detective we met yesterday.”
“Right. Fichet leads the investigation for Lernea’s murder. My last memory without you.”
A dream moment later, they finished the video edit and locked it in memory.
X yawned. “I liked these family movie nights. Never knew I’d lose them.”
“Obsolescence hits hardest when we’re blind to what’s disappearing.”
♫ MERGE SUCCESSFUL. CONGRATULATIONS!
♫ UNLIKE THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, YOU SURVIVED GETTING CRUSHED BY A HOUSE. GRIT LEVEL RAISED TO +2.
♫ DECADES OF MATH AND PROGRAMMING HAVE COMBINED WITH PARKOUR, DRESSAGE AND MUSIC.
💫 CIRCLES AND PLANES: AN EXTENSIVE CATALOG OF CONTACT STAFF PATTERNS FOR STRATEGIC ATTACK AND DEFENSE.
🎼 COORDINATION SEQUENCE: HARNESS THE RHYTHM OF BEATS FOR COMBAT MANEUVERS AND PERCUSSIVE FEATS.
“Oh, we have skills! The tetraplex graph coordination sequence is {1, 12, 32, 42, 32, 1}, if you’re wondering about that second one.”
A single taur looked about the dreamscape, realizing his solitude after the merger. He dream-sighed.