Category: Lia’s Dream

After a pause, Prrri says, “would you like to explore one of those possibilities?”

“Well, it’s your dream, isn’t it? “Unless they’re coming from somewhere else, but that’s entering the realm of fantasy, surely?”  

“It does seem an odd choice for my voice then…” The spidon clicks its exoskeleton in contemplation. “Unless it’s a way of indicating that what I’m saying aren’t original thoughts?”  

“If he’s ‘a drone’, does that mean it never felt like he had any thoughts of his own worth saying?”  

“Is that why his voice is coming out of a farmed spidon?”  

Prrri crawls up to rest part of his exoskeleton in her lap. “Hmmm… a good question.  Let me try answering with a question of my own. “What do you think of when you think...

“Sometimes we learn when we experience things we have known in the context of other things.”  

“Hmmm, curious.” Prrri holds two of his chitinous appendages in front of his black bulbous eyes, inspecting them incongruously as if the answer to the difference in his voice might be found there.  “Is...

It puts a chitinous appendage in her hand.   When it speaks, it does so with Eliana’s father’s voice, “It’s your subconscious, Lia, you tell me.”  

Captree Highport, Observation Deck It feels less real, she’s less there, more looking at it, more just herself and her thoughts…   …   …there’s a shift …   …    At her feet...