Chapter 152

“Yes I did know that elder. It was a close companion of mine. A plague ended it’s life about 36,000 cycles ago.”

That’s a fucking relief.

To be clear I’m NOT relieved that the elder died by plague but I am glad it wasn’t a devouring mushroom that had taken.

Swear to god it seems like everything negative done to this place was the result of one of me being a menace. It fucking sucks.

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Not to mention the fucking emotional roller coasters in every interaction with elder.

More and more the idea of fucking off into the sunset seems like the best idea I’ve ever had.

I contemplate saying something to elder but ultimately decide to leave IT to broach the silence this time.

I wait and wait for what seems like hours for it to respond until finally it does.

“Sorry guardian reminiscing has brought melancholic feelings to the surface. Thank you for your kind words. In any case I will tell you how a translation nodule is made.”

And then it proceeds to detail exactly how one is created. The process is highly complicated and can’t be reproduced identically. The process is highly specific so that really only trees and plant can make one.

But understanding how one is made is only the very first step in making one for myself. I settle in and make sure to ask elder specific questions about the process.

And as I listen to elder presenting and answering my questions I begin to realize fully that this will take some time to accomplish

But I got time.