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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 1:24 am
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"Technology. Is that what your weapons are made of?" She wasn't familiar with technology, but she knew that it was something involving lights, and energy, and power. She assumed this meant the weapons came from it, naturally.
"Oh! Me first, I apologize. Hmm, the prisoners. The ones that are used for Fear, mmm. You won't believe me, and I understand this, I truly do - but I've never been to wherever they hold the prisoners in our new world. In the islands, they were everywhere - but at the Lost Clans, I think.. I just don't know. They certainly kept me away from it. I can't imagine why!"
It was because she asked too many questions. That was why.
"Now tell me more about this technology!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:43 am
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"A computer." She immediately wanted one, and she had no idea what it was. But it stored information and that sounded just fantastic.
He asked her a question, and she was snapped out of her reverie to detail her whereabouts. "Well," She started, as if this was some juicy gossip. "At first, we were sent to a reserve, a small and rudimentary living expanse that truly did not hold us very well. We were in shock from our loss, of course," She tsked out quietly. "But eventually, I think we managed to recover. And now, oh, now! We live in a fantastic tower! It's ever so much like home! I've only been inside our floor, but I hear that all of the Clans feel very accommodated. Oh, it's going to be just wonderful, I think."
She remembered something, in the back of her mind. Her guide, reminding her that their new home wasn't to be spoken of lightly. She brushed it away like a bothering fly.
"And where do you live? Do they give you sufficient living quarters in your world? With lots of computers?"
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