01-22-2016, 12:02 AM
An interesting prospect, Mr. Riddle. The Monotruth is due for a second edition some time soon; I would be more than grateful to have you lend your efficacious pen to its words. Nealaphh said in its perennially pleasant tone. The God-Mind went sileny again for a time, the only noises being the consistent whu-whum of whatever engine drove this mad contraption along with the intermittent chiming of Tom's wand. Nealaphh took this opportunity to scan the Dataverse for any new activity which may have concerned it. While nothing in particular was of critical importance, The Enigma did notice the eagerness with which Jade had taken to befriending Tom, or rather, David Monroe. Perhaps this was a string of thought that necessitated pursual.
That reminds me. The Harley girl. What do you make of her? You two seem to have a rapport, and I'd much like to have her a part of our vision. Nealaphh said with a forced telepathic chuckle. Honestly, the God-Mind wasn't sure if it was worth trying get the Witch involved in their schemes. Her moral compunctions may prove to be quite the liability, if they could not be twisted.
The Chariot soared swiftly over the hooded head of a lone traveler also making for the Pale Moor's gate. Had Nealaphh been of a more mortal mentality, it may have seen this wanderer as a sign of ill-omen. After all, the more Primes there were in any given verse, the more likely it was for problems to occur. Luckily, Nealaphh's vast intellect waylaid the temptation if fatalistic thought patterns..
And so, The Chariot sped onwards, seeming to stretch and warp the space around its laquered bulk in order to fit through the narrow, decrepit gate . These were all problems for consideration on Tom's own schedule, however.
That reminds me. The Harley girl. What do you make of her? You two seem to have a rapport, and I'd much like to have her a part of our vision. Nealaphh said with a forced telepathic chuckle. Honestly, the God-Mind wasn't sure if it was worth trying get the Witch involved in their schemes. Her moral compunctions may prove to be quite the liability, if they could not be twisted.
The Chariot soared swiftly over the hooded head of a lone traveler also making for the Pale Moor's gate. Had Nealaphh been of a more mortal mentality, it may have seen this wanderer as a sign of ill-omen. After all, the more Primes there were in any given verse, the more likely it was for problems to occur. Luckily, Nealaphh's vast intellect waylaid the temptation if fatalistic thought patterns..
And so, The Chariot sped onwards, seeming to stretch and warp the space around its laquered bulk in order to fit through the narrow, decrepit gate . These were all problems for consideration on Tom's own schedule, however.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued