CH 7 - Smoke Monsters and Mirrors

“Crimson Inkcap,” questioned Oribob.

“Yes, Furalt helped me with the translation. It's the closest approximation to a rose that can be found in their biome,” the Producer didn’t look up from his work, “we thought it would be a nice touch!”

Furalt sidled up next to Oribob on his odd stilted frame, “The series name has been a hit so far as well, ‘This Hollow World’ has a certain mystique to it.”

The Producer laughed, “When Greth was praying, we discovered what they call their universe. The hollow world makes sense, with all the tunnels and underground biomes.”

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“It reminds me of Lost,” Furalt buzzed, “Now that was a series!”

“Didn’t the writers have no idea where the story was going,” Oribob remembered out loud.

“Precisely, as far as the Collective Universes are concerned we know exactly what’s going on. Slap them with a smoke monster here, bring someone back from the dead there, add a little intrigue, and now you have more than enough plotline to work with.”

“Your genius is beyond compare Furalt,” replied the Producer with a wry smile, still not looking up. The large calcified lizard was working intently on something special. Something to help his little birdy soar.