Torrent exhaled in relief. Finally after weeks of pulling virus tendrils out of her hair-pipes she was going to get this problem sorted. “Thank you, both of you. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to live with this for much longer…”
She looked up into the sky. “Hippie? Are you okay? We’re ready to go, now.”
There was no reply, so she activated the alarm on her PET; a sure-fire way to get Hippie’s attention.
A window into the real world flashed open before her. <<Torry! Sorry! I totally spaced! How did it- um… What’s the verdict?>>
“CareFilly’s going to stay in the PET and look after the horse. I’m going with BoltColt to… uh…” Torrent trailed off. She pointed over Hippie’s shoulder. “Wh-what’s that?”
<<Hmm?>> Hippie looked behind her into the kitchen. A man-sized glob of dough was busy kneading bread on the countertop. <<Ah, this is Brot! He’s some kind of abomination, but he’s taking to baking really well. I’ve been giving him lessons!>>
Torrent stared at the dough-man as it ponderously rolled the bread. Two empty sockets in the hump where a head might be turned slowly to meet her gaze. She shivered. “Whatever you baked that with, I think you shouldn’t use it anymore.”
<<I agree!>> Hippie nodded sagely. She held up a bottle with a stylised W on it. <<Creating new life is not something I have the time nor brain space for.>> She pocketed the bottle in her apron then punched the air. <<Let’s go find a cure!>>
“Right.” Torrent decided she was going to ignore all that. She waved at CareFilly then followed BoltColt, jogging lightly to keep up with the sprightly horse boy.
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She looked up into the sky. “Hippie? Are you okay? We’re ready to go, now.”
There was no reply, so she activated the alarm on her PET; a sure-fire way to get Hippie’s attention.
A window into the real world flashed open before her. <<Torry! Sorry! I totally spaced! How did it- um… What’s the verdict?>>
“CareFilly’s going to stay in the PET and look after the horse. I’m going with BoltColt to… uh…” Torrent trailed off. She pointed over Hippie’s shoulder. “Wh-what’s that?”
<<Hmm?>> Hippie looked behind her into the kitchen. A man-sized glob of dough was busy kneading bread on the countertop. <<Ah, this is Brot! He’s some kind of abomination, but he’s taking to baking really well. I’ve been giving him lessons!>>
Torrent stared at the dough-man as it ponderously rolled the bread. Two empty sockets in the hump where a head might be turned slowly to meet her gaze. She shivered. “Whatever you baked that with, I think you shouldn’t use it anymore.”
<<I agree!>> Hippie nodded sagely. She held up a bottle with a stylised W on it. <<Creating new life is not something I have the time nor brain space for.>> She pocketed the bottle in her apron then punched the air. <<Let’s go find a cure!>>
“Right.” Torrent decided she was going to ignore all that. She waved at CareFilly then followed BoltColt, jogging lightly to keep up with the sprightly horse boy.