[ He gets to his feet, looking around properly, taking it in. ] That...sounds about right. Everything seems to be holding together well enough.
[ He still remembers a time when the world they both shared was otherwise; before the machine had shattered it. This feels...not exactly familiar, but it does feel a bit more solid.
Oh, wait, maybe Otus doesn't really know about that. Sometimes he forgets that the small owl in front of him doesn't carry the same knowledge as the children he knew, so many, many years in the past. (He wonders about the state of the records they'd left behind, sometimes, but it still felt vaguely disquieting to question the very people who had created him.) ] ...Our world was much like this once, Master Otus - if you can believe that. Were you taught much of how things used to be?
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[ He gets to his feet, looking around properly, taking it in. ] That...sounds about right. Everything seems to be holding together well enough.
[ He still remembers a time when the world they both shared was otherwise; before the machine had shattered it. This feels...not exactly familiar, but it does feel a bit more solid.
Oh, wait, maybe Otus doesn't really know about that. Sometimes he forgets that the small owl in front of him doesn't carry the same knowledge as the children he knew, so many, many years in the past. (He wonders about the state of the records they'd left behind, sometimes, but it still felt vaguely disquieting to question the very people who had created him.) ] ...Our world was much like this once, Master Otus - if you can believe that. Were you taught much of how things used to be?