"We seem to be time-sequential", one of the older mes said. He had a, kind-of, focused look about him that others say that I have when I'm on-task, a look which I've never seen for myself. The other n00b was looking like I felt. Blootered.
"Is this a dream?"
"We don't think so, there no skringe and it appears smotret."
I was stunned, these are some of my internal words, I've never shared them, why would I? Who would understand?
- Skringe: the feeling you get in a dream when you realize that something isn't quite right
- Smotret: The Russian word for see [ish, Russian words are iffy]. I use it when I see something that I know but which might not be real
"You've got to understand that a whole succession of us have been working at this", I was droning on.
"What?"
"When we came here there were thirty-two of us..."
"So where did we go?" The other n00b asked. Before I could.
"The problem is that this is a reality whose rules aren't built into us. We can understand stuff but only in a way that doesn't make sense." I wasn't to be stopped.
"It's beyond belief that we are in a world where Marsh-Wiggles exist, this must be something that our minds are doing to make sense of it."
"So why don't we have hats?" We all said.
