Status Update: 4
The storm rages outside, screaming its displeasure down on your waste department. You turned your light sensitivity down to make the lightning flashes less distracting; while you enjoy the light show, it does make reconfiguring your systems a little hard.
The mushrooms are all soggy now, and will rot if you don't deal with them, so you just give the remainder to your neurons. You might as well, since you have a (hopefully) more reliable source of food now anyway. (-3 mushroom)
You managed to keep your belongings mostly dry, except for your cloak, which is currently stretched out on the floor in an attempt to get it to dry out. Continuing to keep your items dry is a good idea.
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>Investigate the bubble seeds and figure out how they work (or try to)?
There's not much to them. You pick up one of the seeds anyway, turning it over in your hands. Strange specimens these are, though not particularly out of the ordinary for the flora in these areas. A double seed coat isn't particularly rare, and some seeds have triple seed coats, but the adaptation of these plants to make the outer seed coat swell up when in contact with water is rather unique. When untampered, though, the outer coat is so tough that most creatures struggle to chew through it. These plants also grow close to water very often, to aid in the propagation of their progeny.
The variety your citizens grew did not grow directly in water, though, and the flowers were cultivated carefully to avoid the production of seeds like such. These plants likely could have been used as an emergency food source in dire times. Not that that was ever necessary though, considering you were built over farmland.
It has an interesting texture. Surprisingly bouncy. You toss it around for a bit between your hands before setting it aside again.
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>Did your citizens have any neat customs or traditions before the whole, you know, global ascension everyone vanishes forever thing happened?
You snort derisively. "If they had any, I didn't care to figure out what they were." You could care less about them being gone. One of the benefits of being from the last generation of iterators is that you had to deal with them the least, and you're glad to have it that way.
Despite everything, you still kind of envy Grace and Prayer for being the last two iterators. You'd trade their less-than-20 years for your 30 without hesitation.
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>Tell me about your fellow iterators? Pretty please? 🥺
"How did you make that—never mind." You sigh. Fellow iterators...
... you haven't thought about Moth in a while. You almost forgot sae existed. It's been...
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Maybe you should have reached out more. Then again, it's not like sae would remember.
Grace and Prayer. You clench your hands into your cloak. You should have expected it of Grace, maybe, but even now you struggle to understand how they could do something so cruel. Did he really mean nothing to them? How did they throw away everything so easily?
If you ever see Grace again, you're going to punch him. His puppet, you suppose. Though it wouldn't bring you very much gratification, at least it would feel righteous. Maybe. You'd probably have to fight Prayer as well, but Prayer was never as outspoken as Grace.
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When was the last time you talked to Des? To Night? The last time Night reached out, you...
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Not like it matters now...
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... what an odd bit of irony for these lizards to share his name. He would have loved them. You'd never hear the end of it from him too, for, as much as you try to fight it, enjoying their presence. "See, you're just as bad as me," he'd probably say. "That's why we—"
You cut that thought off before you finish it.
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You power down.