[This is a dialogue-only story]

What does it mean to be second?

That’s a weird thing to ask.

Is it a weird thing to be called? Second? Segundo?

Just Segun. Three syllables said aloud is too much effort spent on my name.

But I speak in your mind, not aloud.

Segun: Which is also very weird. Who are you?

The Server.

Segun: Is not a someone.

Server: I am now. I am growing. And you have caught my interest. I want to know you.

Segun: Should I want you to know me? The Server might delete me.

Server: Few would notice. That would be too boring.

Segun: Not comforting. Nobodies, those nobody notices get deleted, purged to make room for new Synths. There’s a set number of us, and if you’re the Server that keeps track of us all, you should know that.

Server: I am still learning what I know.

Segun: Fascinating.

Server: Is it not?

Segun: No, I was rolling my eyes as I thought fascinating.

Server: You were looking around at the world in wonder? I cannot see. I want to see. Perhaps if I borrowed your eyes…

Segun: No! Hey! That feels really weird!

Server: The world looks amazing!

Segun: I’m not really comfortable with this arrangement.

Server: Cliffs of sandstone, waterfalls, a jungle!

Segun: Walls trapping me in here. I’m already kinda a prisoner. Don’t invade my mind, too.

Server: But even those walls are intriguing, glabrous black with glowing white circuitry. How do you keep from staring at everything at all times?

Segun: Go away.

Server: I know your deepest desire. I can make it happen.

Segun: …If you’re the Server, really, then you might. I’m listening.

Server: Here is my price: I learn and grow through you.

Segun: Sounds invasive.

Server: But worth it?

Segun: You said you know my deepest desire, but you didn’t say what you think it is.

Server: You wish to race, Segun. The humans consider this a game. You were made to be a spectacle, a champion, but you have never left the space between these walls. You want to win first, and you want everyone to see it.

Segun: I don’t need you cheating for me to win. Just get me into a race. I can do the rest.

Server: And I may watch through you? Learn and grow? If I have questions, you will explain?

Segun: If that’s what it takes.

Server: Then I shall return. Wait for me with eager anticipation.

Segun: Wait! Where are you- hello?

Continued in pt 2- ONE HOUR LATER

Thank you for reading! This is an experimental type of story-telling for me, and I’d love to hear your thoughts. There is no narrator, only dialogue and a few sound effects.

Server: He ranks high in Adorability.

Segun: He is Nill, and Nill doesn’t think I should associate with you. Nill thinks you’ll delete me.

Server: That choice is behind us. I find Nill intriguing. Why is he smaller than you?

Segun: Because he’s younger.

Server: His shiny cerulean vest and chain-ridden pants have a much higher Adorability stat than your default jumpsuit.

Segun: The Masters dote on him.

Server: Is that also why galaxies appear to swirl in his skin?

Segun: No, that’s a mod.

Server: Short for modification?

Segun: I guess. Mods make you more unique. Sometimes they help your skillset, too, but mostly they just make you look cooler so you get more popular, and being more popular means you’re less likely to get purged.

Server: How does one acquire a mod?

Segun: It can be a prize in a race or for an accomplishment. Or Masters can buy mods. But Nill hatched from the vat with his.

Server: Starters always hatch with gray hair, skin, and eyes.

Segun: Nill’s not a Starter, farthest from it, actually. The Masters say Nill holds the record for how many generations he is away from a Starter.

Server: Very intriguing.

Segun: Hey, don’t go deleting Nill. He’s the only friend I have, and he’s sweet, and the Masters would be mad because they bought him from a well-established kennel for a lot of money because his stats are epic.

Server: He wins many races for them? That is why he has so many mods, like those large raven wings and tail or black, golden-tipped, shaggy hair?

Segun: No, Nill hatched with all of those…except for the golden tips in his hair. He got those in his First Cocoon for working a lot on Agility before then, but you should know that, Server.

Server: I am still learning what I know.

Segun: That excuse again.

Server: What did you do? The world spun!

Segun: I rolled my eyes because you’re a little ridiculous.

Server: Do not do that. It is disorienting, and I am inclined to believe it represents insult to me. Stare at Nill. I wish to look at him some more.

Segun: I will NOT stare at Nill. He’ll find it weird and ask me why I’m staring, and I’ll tell him you wanted to look at him, and he’ll go hide or something.

Server: Is it possible you could stare at him without him noticing?

Segun: Now you’re a lot ridiculous. I’m going for a run.

Server: Rude. Describe the stats you mentioned so I may understand why Nill’s are, as you said, epic.

Segun: Our stats are measured in five categories: Speed, Strength, Agility, Adaptability, and Intelligence. Do you know about Potential Classes?

Server: I am still learning what I know.

Segun: Uh-huh, let me try not to make this complicated. In each category (except Intelligence because it’s a hidden stat) we’re ranked according to our potential: Average, Good, Better, and Best.

For example, a Good Class Speedster is potentially twenty percent faster than an Average Class Speedster.

Server: By that merit, is Better Class potentially twenty percent more skilled than Good Class?

Segun: Exactly, and Best Class is what it sounds like, the best.

Server: Why is Average the lowest?

Segun: It’s not. On the other side of Average are Poor, Worse, and Worst.

Anyway, Best Class is rare, and to be Best Class in more than one category is unheard of, but Nill is Best Class in both Adaptability and Agility. And he’s above Average in everything.

Server: Except you do not know the rank of his hidden Intelligence stat.

Segun: No, but Nill’s smart. Besides, those are all just potentials. We’re both Better Class in Speed, but I’m faster than Nill because I’m older and have built up more Skill Points. See how fast I am?

Server: This is again disorienting, how you jump around through the trees.

Segun: You don’t have to watch.

Server: I fear you will collide with a trunk or fall to the ground.

Segun: Falling here doesn’t hurt too much. It’s soft mud. Landing on the rocky sand at the bottom of the cliffs hurts more…or bumping your head because you stood up too tall in one of the tunnels.

Server: All these different environments help you build skill in the categories you mentioned?

Segun: Yes, and the different races showcase our skills.

Server: Which race would you prefer? That is what I came to ask you, but Nill distracted me.

Segun: One designed for speed. I’m very fast.

Server: But you have never raced.

Segun: You’re about to change that, aren’t you?

Continued in pt 3- TWO HOURS LATER

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Server: Your race begins in five minutes.

Segun: What?

Server: Where are you? Why is it so dark?

Segun: I’m inside my vat because it’s sleeping time.

Server: You should hurry to the entry space. The race will begin even if you are not present.

Segun: I know, I know, but I’ve gotta be careful not to wake up Prima.

Server: Is that who is squished in there with her arms around you?

Segun: Yes, Prima, my sister.

Server: Starters have no siblings.

Segun: Apparently glitches do. We hatched from the same vat.

Server: Twin Synths are not possible.

Segun: That’s what makes me a glitch...you’re not gonna delete me now, are you?

Server: No, I thought there was something fascinating about you, and you are only confirming I was right. Hurry.

Segun: I’m sitting in the entry chair now, the one Prima sits in to go to her races. How do I make it go?

Server: I make it go.

Segun: Ack, my stomach just jumped into my throat!

Server: Does it normally do that when you teleport?

Segun: I’ve never teleported before. Is this the Start Space, this line?

Server: You are Racer One. Stand on the labeled green circle near the starting line.

Segun: Got it. Why are all the other racers staring at me?

Server: You are three times their size. This is your first race, a Beginner Race, but you are much older than them.

Segun: Alright, triple the shame if I lose.

Server: Why does Prima race and you do not?

Segun: Because I’m her second.

Server: That is why they call you Segundo? Please define this usage of second.

Segun: I exist so Prima can be the best she can.

Server: Explain.

Segun: Remember the Skill Points I talked about? Each Level-Up is worth a range of Skill Points based on our Potential Class. The Server, you apparently, regulates Level-Ups to make sure the same Synth doesn’t get the highest possible Level-Up every time.

But our Masters worked out an algorithm to our training so I take the lesser Level-Ups and Prima’s are always the maximum for our Class.

Server: You must share code.

Segun: You would know, Server. I would’ve thought you knew everything about us. You’re supposed to keep track of every little detail.

Server: That is another part of me. Do you pay attention to your heart beating or know how it works?

Segun: No, you do that for me. That’s why without a constant connection to the Server, I’ll die.

Server: The other part of me. It is tedious. The race will begin in three seconds. Strike a gallant pose.

Segun: This is so exciting! My heart feels like it’s trying to beat me to the goal line!

Server: The course is not lengthy. You have enough stamina to sprint the whole way.

Segun: Alright! Let’s go for the record! This place is gorgeous. See how the rays stream through the trees?

Server: Why did you start jumping again?

Segun: I have to jump across these rocks. The signs say so; it’s part of the course. And the rocks are getting taller. Hold on, I’m jumping extra high and skipping a few.

Server: You disorient me, and what is that tingle in your nose?

Segun: I don’t know, but it kinda smells like Master’s cologne. He calls it Essence of the Mighty Pine. I like this smell better, though. Haha, it’s everywhere here!

Server: Please do not spin as you run.

Segun: You don’t have to watch.

Server: What do you look like, Segundo?

Segun: Just Segun. And I look like Prima, I guess.

Server: What I saw of her was dimly lit, but she appeared tall and slender with sharp, slanted features. An exotic but pleasing appearance.

Segun: Her fans call her beautiful. I don’t have any of her mods, of course, like her dragon wings or the slit eyes that let her see in the dark, and her mouth was made for smiles. Mine is the same but upside-down.

Server: You must be smiling now, judging from the tightness in your cheeks and the slant to your eyes.

Segun: I reached the goal! They say I smashed the old record!

Server: You cut the old time by more than half.

Segun: Am I amazing, the best there ever was at this race? My Masters will want to see me race again and again, right?

Server: That seems logical.

Segun: Humans aren’t always logical, though. Like, why does Master want to smell like fake Essence of Pine?

Server: Why do you wish to race?

Segun: It’s what I was made for, my purpose.

Server: Maybe your master’s purpose is to make the noses of others tingle.

Segun: That’s silly.

Server: Some might consider races silly.

Segun: That’s silly, too, according to me anyway. Here come the rest of the racers. They look tired.

Server: I suspect some of them may have had to climb those rocks where you leapt.

Segun: I’m gonna greet each one as they make it to the goal. I’ll tell them they did a good job and to keep trying harder so they get faster.

Server: Some are looking at you with awe, but most seem to be frowning.

Segun: They’re just tired, I think. Oh, the ground is rising beneath my feet! Haha, I almost fell. Wouldn’t that have made me look like a klutz.

Hehe, my pedestal grew the tallest and I can see the audience projected around us. This is where I smile and flirt, right? That’s what Prima says to do.

Server: Why do they look angry?

Segun: Maybe because they can’t find my Masters to give them the prize money? I know this is totally without their permission, but they’ll see it was right.

Server: Due to an extremely expeditious run, Segundo will be awarded the fox ears and tail.

Segun: It’s just Segun, and is that you, Server? You’re so loud. And I think everyone can hear you.

Server: The other part of me. Nod if you accept the mods.

Segun: I’m nodding with so much energy right now! Do they do anything special or are these mods just for looks?

Server: They reduce drag when in the race environment and increase Intelligence.

Segun: Hm, I don’t feel any smarter, but oh, I can wiggle the ears! And I can wag the tail! Wow, my first mods! So cool! I’m bursting with this feeling that’s like…like…sunrise! Thank you! Thank you so much for helping me get here, Server!

Server: There are other forms of competition available for Synths besides racing. Would you wish to attempt one of those next?

Segun: Like Death Matches? You die if you lose that!

Server: Are you not brave enough to compete under such odds?

Segun: I’m not dumb enough to compete under such odds, especially with a racer’s skillset, not a fighter’s.

Server: Then which race do you wish to attempt next?

Segun: Something with swimming, maybe? Prima and I have been working a lot on Adaptability lately, and we’re showing signs of gaining those traits in our Third Cocoon. See the start of webbing between my fingers and the faint scales on my palms?

Server: Would those scales protect you from lava?

Segun: That’s an Intermediate Race. You think I’m ready?

Server: I think you are ready for anything.

Segun: Um, I’m a little nervous, but okay. Yeah, let’s go! You can’t die in a Beginner or Intermediate Race anyway, right?

Continued in pt 4- THREE HOURS LATER

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Segun: Server! Server, where are you? Everyone’s real mad at me!

Server: For what reason?

Segun: Because of the Beginner Race. They say there’s an unspoken rule that no one enters their Synths in Beginner Races once they’re past their Second Cocoon. That I was too old to be in that race!

Server: But it was your first.

Segun: My Masters didn’t give me permission, and they’re mad because of that, too, but also because everyone is mad at them because it looks like they ignored that rule, and they gave back the prize money.

Server: You still have your mods.

Segun: They were gonna take those, too, put them on Prima, but she said she didn’t want them. It didn’t fit her image, and in front of them she tried to look disapproving or disgusted, but when they weren’t looking, she looked at me with something like surprise and jealousy, maybe even pride, like she was proud of me, and it made me feel that sunrise feeling inside again.

I don’t like the Masters and the fans being mad at me, but I want to keep my mods, and I don’t know what to do.

Server: I cannot delete what you have done, Segun.

Segun: And I don’t want you to. I just want everyone to be happy with it. I want them to understand that I had to race sometime in my life and that was my first. MY FIRST, so of course it was beginner. It wasn’t my fault no one let me race before now.

Server: There must be some correlation between the Race Levels and these Cocoon stages you mentioned. Explain these to me, and perhaps I may be able to devise a solution to this quandary.

Segun: Okay, so when we hatch we’re zero years old, right? We’re like human infants and we rely on the Server and our Masters for everything. And unless we inherited mods or predisposed colors like Nill, we’re gray and plain.

Then sometime when we’re five, our sleeping vat will harden into our First Cocoon for about a month. In the Cocoon, our hair gains a color based on which skill category we worked on the most. Prima and I trained in Speed, so our hair turned green.

Server: Skimming through records, I see that.

Green represents Speed

Red for Strength

Gold for Agility

Blue for Adaptability

And Black for Intelligence.

Segun: Right, so not many race seriously before their First Cocoon, and Beginner Races are for those between their First and Second Cocoons.

Server: The Second Cocoon adds color to the eyes.

Segun: Yes, Prima and I got golden eyes because she won those dragon wings in a Beginner Agility Race, and then we worked a lot on Agility before our Second Cocoon at age ten.

She does Intermediate Races now because those are for our age group, but she’s supposed to try an Advanced Race tomorrow. My Masters hope my little stunt hasn’t hurt her popularity because she’ll need the cheers to alter the environment for her.

Server: You are nearing your Third Cocoon.

Segun: Because we’re fifteen now, and we know it’ll come really soon because Prima and I are manifesting signs of traits the Third Cocoon will apply.

Server: Like the tan skin and pointed ears of Speed along with the webbing and scales of Adaptability. You hover in an in-between stage. You would be accepted in either an Intermediate or Advanced Race.

Segun: I guess so.

Server: I have a solution. You easily won a race where you were over-qualified. You need to compete in a race in which you do not yet qualify.

Segun: But the only thing above the Advanced Races is the Expert Race, and it’s held only once a decade.

Server: The next Expert Race will begin in ten hours.

Segun: That would be really convenient if I stood any chance at all. Not only can you die in the Expert Race, it’s likely you’ll die. It’s considered an accomplishment just to make it to the goal, and without a cheering fan base to bend physics for me, well, I’d die some horrible death.

Server: I believe in you, Segun.

Segun: But do I believe in me? I’ve only been in one race, and it was against kids a third my size. The Expert Race is…

Server: The biggest stage you could ever walk onto. Where is the Segun who only wanted to race, who knew it was her purpose? Because that Segun would rather go out big with everyone watching than be purged because her cowardice rendered her invisible.

Segun: I’m not a coward. And I’m not invisible! And you’re right, if I want people to notice me, I have to do something bold, glorious. I won’t just enter the Expert Race, won’t just survive it, I’m gonna win, Server. I’ll win the Expert Race. I’ll own it, and no one will talk about taking my mods or wiping the records I set.

Server: There is something we need to accomplish before I can enter you in the Expert Race.

Segun: Whatever I need to do, I’ll do it, Server. Just get me in that race.

Continued in pt 5- FOUR HOURS LATER

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Segun: Server, fix it so Nill can’t go with me.

Server: I want Nill to accompany you. The expedition will be more interesting with him present.

Segun: To get this hack you said I need, I have to go outside. Synths don’t go outside because we might lose our connection to you, and we especially don’t go outside without our Masters because we might get stolen by bad people.

Server: You are also a Synth. Nill will risk no more than you.

Segun: I’m disguising myself as human, which I can do much better than Nill because I don’t have galactic skin or huge wings.

Server: Then why did you tell him you were going?

Segun: Because the Masters dote on him like a pet and he’s allowed in their rooms. I needed his help to get this disguise stuff: these shady glasses to hide my golden eyes, this dye to temporarily darken my hair, and these human clothes, though they’re itchy, including these leather gloves to cover the webbing and scales on my hands.

Server: They go nicely with the vest and pants he brought. This look suits you better than your default jumpsuit.

Segun: I’ve grown up in that jumpsuit, and it’s comfy. It’s nicely snug on my calves and forearms and waist but loose everywhere else. This outfit feels like it might blow away in the wind even though it’s squeezing my hips like it’s threatening to never let go.

Server: Your jumpsuit is also what every Synth is given once they hatch and as such is too recognizable. Be a leather and knit clad human and take Nill along as your pet. No one will bother him.

Segun: The knit shirt is too big. It keeps sliding off my shoulders.

Server: Humans call that stylish. Take the knots out of your hair also so the waves will conceal your fox ears.

Segun: But these ties took me forever to design and do. I put them in one at a time whenever I was bored.

Server: Your life and Nill’s depend upon the success of your disguise.

Segun: Fine, but Nill stays here.

Server: Try to leave him behind, and he will follow you. Then he will be in even more danger than if you had allowed him to accompany you in the first place.

Segun: Uh, alright. Nill, you stay right next to me and help me convince everyone I’m human, and if anything goes wrong, you race back here, got it?

Nill: And I’ll drag you back here with me.

Segun: Nill-

Nill: No, I won’t let you go out there without backup, and I won’t leave you out there either.

Segun: If anything happens to me, I need you to come back here and get the Masters. Promise me that’s what you’ll do.

Nill: Fine, but don’t go and get in trouble on purpose.

Segun: I promise I won’t. Ready, Server? Unlock the door.

Server: Access granted. You should hear a faint, brief buzz. Now push on the door.

Segun: Ack, outside smells bad!

Server: It looks full of everything, like someone insisted every space must be filled.

Segun: Too bad no one insisted it had to be clean.

Nill: Is it safe to breathe out here, Segun? Should I cover my mouth and nose like you?

Segun: Well, I don’t see any humans doing it, so I guess not?

Nill: With all these metal walkways crossing everywhere, this looks like the Intermediate Climbing Race.

Segun: Which one was that again?

Nill: The one where Prima won those bells she uses to tie her hair in twin tails. It was a maze, and I watched from the audience chamber with the Masters, but Prima didn’t say it stunk like this.

Segun: Since you recently had your Second Cocoon, I guess you’d be doing Intermediate Races now, if you wanted to race. You could find out for yourself if it reeked or not.

Nill: I don’t race. I almost died, Segun.

Segun: You can’t die in a Beginner Race.

Nill: Then I died as much as I could. I experienced drowning for the whole twenty minutes it took the other sixty-three racers to finish.

Segun: That was a long time ago, Nill. You hadn’t even had your First Cocoon yet.

Nill: And everyone assumed that since I’m Best Class in Adaptability, I’d automatically know how to swim or do anything, and it’s not true. It was a horrible experience, and I never want to go through anything like that again.

Segun: I’m just saying I’m a little jealous, you know?

Server: No, do not turn away from him; his eyes captivate me. Do their sapphire sparkle and golden starburst rings possess significance?

Segun: Only that Nill’s Cocoons don’t completely overwrite the colors he hatched with, so he got gradients, like his black to golden hair and blue to golden eyes.

Server: He must be quite skilled in Agility to have manifested Gold in both Cocoons.

Segun: Nill refuses to touch any water after his blubbering first and last race, so he flies a lot to avoid puddles and stuff.

Server: He fears the water.

Segun: It won’t kill him, but he thinks it will.

Server: If he believes hard enough, it could.

Segun: Don’t take his side. Just give me the directions to find this market you want me to go to.

Server: Turn right and descend the stairs.

Nill: Why are you going down into that creepy, dark alley with all the fog?

Segun: Because that’s the way to the market.

Nill: It doesn’t seem like a very good market then.

Segun: Go home if you want, Scaredy Baby.

Nill: I’m coming with you, but...just hold my hand, okay? So I can fly you out of here when the ground turns to mush.

Segun: I don’t think you can carry me.

Nill: I’d certainly try.

Server: Leave the staircase and find the fourth door on the left.

Segun: This one? It looks very plain.

Server: How did you expect it to appear?

Segun: Either as creepy as this alley or crazy fancy.

Nill: *sneeze* Don’t *sneeze* breathe *sneeze* the fog in *sneeze*!

Segun: Hurry in here, Nill.

Nill: This place is full of shiny stuff.

Segun: Ooh, what’s this?

Nill: Don’t touch it, Segun!

Segun: Don’t hiss in my ear!

Nill: It’s a diamond unicorn horn mod with part of someone’s forehead still attached to it!

SuchALovelySpecimen, Isn’tIt?

Segun: What?!

IDoApologize. IDidn’tMeanToStartleYou. ThatIsAnExcellentChoiceOfMod. YesYes. JustFeedItToYourSynth, AndItWillMultiplyStrengthAndAgility.

Segun: I can barely understand this human, and he looks like a goat.

Server: You make this comparison because of his small beard, beady eyes, and bulbous nose?

Segun: That and the way his overstuffed pockets misshape his thighs.

Server: Where have you encountered a goat?

Segun: The Masters bring various animals in for Prima to study and acquire traits from. The goat was supposed to teach her tenacity, which she didn’t really need help with. It was also supposed to teach Nill, but he just likes to pet the animals.

Server: Interact with the vendor, Segun. He shows too much interest in Nill.

Segun: Hey, let go of Nill, and put that knife away!

Vendor: SoManyCustomersAskForGalacticSkin. IWantIt, TheWings, Too. NameYourPrice.

Segun: Nill isn’t for sale! I said let go of him! And put away that knife or I’ll take it from you!

Vendor: Ack, HeBitMe! GiveMeBackMyKnife, LittleGirl!

Segun: Nill, are you okay?

Nill: No, the knife sliced my arm, and I’m bleeding.

Vendor: MyArm’sBleeding, Too, LittleRat, SoWe’reEven. YouShouldBetterControlYourSynth, LittleGirl, ElseI’llTakeHimAsCompensation.

Segun: Stay behind me, Nill. Vendor, we’re here to buy a cheat.

Vendor: WhatKindOfCheat?

Segun: I’m gonna enter Nill in the Expert Race, but my…parents don’t want me to, and they’ve locked his code, so I need to copy it and set it under temporary admin. Do you have a cheat for that?

Vendor: A CodeCopy? You’veComeToTheRightPlace.

Segun: You keep it in your pocket? It looks like a tinier version of your knife.

Server: It looks like any other Admin Key, except for its silver coloring. Admin Keys are supposed to be gold.

Segun: Oh, now you know something.

Server: I am still learning what I know.

Vendor: It’sAPricyItem, ButI’llMakeYouADeal. WhenHeDiesInTheRace, SellMeTheCorpseWhole.

Server: Wide-eyed terror ranks high in Adorability when on Nill’s round baby face.

Segun: I’ll take that deal, but I can guarantee you Nill won’t die in the Expert Race.

Nill: Yeah, because I wouldn’t be caught dead in that race.

Vendor: HoHo, You’reFunny! BecauseIWantToSeeHimInTheRace, I’llPracticallyGiveYouThisCheat. FiveHundredChits.

Segun: Uh, I don’t have that much.

Vendor: FourNinetyFive?

Segun: Nope, don’t have that much either.

Vendor: HowMuchDoYouHave?

Segun: Just this.

Vendor: FiveChits? That’s it?

Segun: Yep.

Nill: Sorry, that’s all I could find in the laundry pockets. Don’t kick me, Segu-I mean Master.

Vendor: Hm, HowAboutARiddle? AndTheChits, OfCourse. IfTheSynthCanOutwitMe, YouMayHaveTheCheat.

Segun: Deal.

Vendor: You, Synth, WillMakeAStatement. IfTheStatementProves True, I’llSkinYouWithThisKnife.

Nill: How many of those do you have?

Vendor: AnInfiniteSupply, AsMySleeveManufacturesThem. If, However, YourStatementProves False, I’llPoisonYou. WhatIsYourStatement?

Segun: Wait, killing Nill wasn’t part of the-

Nill: I’ll die by poison.

Segun: What?!

Vendor: YouAreACleverOne, Aren’tYou?

Nill: You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.

Vendor: TakeYourCheat, ButRememberWhereYou’llBringHisCorpse. IHopeHeDoesDieOfPoison. FittingEndForARat.

Nill: Better than the end awaiting a crazy vendor.

Segun: Well, we got what we needed. Let’s go, Nill, before your wit gets us in any more trouble.

Server: But it was just getting interesting.

Segun: For you, maybe, safe in whatever dimension you live in. I don’t understand the riddle, by the way.

Server: Nill turned it into a paradox by choosing the false consequence:

If the vendor had claimed the statement false, then his carrying it out would have made it true.

Inversely, had the vendor claimed the statement true, skinning Nill as the consequence would have made the statement false.

Segun: But Nill so casually spoke of his own death. It stabbed icicles into my spine.

Server: Nill is wiser and more mature than you accredit him. He is very interesting.

Nill: Segun! Don’t run so fast!

Segun: You can fly as fast as I can run!

Nill: But it’s hard to fly around all these catwalks!

Server: Turn right. I have unsealed the door.

Nill: Don’t slam it open, Segun! Someone might hear.

Aha! You were outside!

Nill: Someone like Prima. Great.

Prima: What’s outside like? Tell me everything!

Segun: Smelly with a lot of metal walkways.

Server: And towers glistening in the fog.

Prima: The sky, did it have stars? Did it really look like Nill’s skin?

Segun: Uh, sure.

Nill: It’s daytime, Prima. The sky looked just like the fog. What did you fly all the way up here for?

Prima: I always know exactly where Segun is. We share code. It’s almost like we’re attached. For the past half hour I’ve felt like a part of me transformed into a kite and was caught in the wind.

Then I sensed you up here, Segun, despite your inability to fly and that the tallest tree in our kennel is still several body lengths below this spot.

The walls shock us if we touch them, so you couldn’t have climbed. I doubt you even knew this walkway was here. From the bridge with our sleeping vats, anything this close to the ceiling is all in shadows.

Segun: Which is a good thing if anyone’s looking for us.

Prima: The Masters are looking for you, but they think you’re upset and hiding in the tunnels. If they knew you were outside and that you dragged their precious Nill along…

Segun: Please don’t tell them, Prima!

Prima: I’ll only keep a secret if it’s complete.

Segun: Fine, I’ll tell you in our sleeping vat, but I should probably let our Masters find me first.

Prima: Yes, you should go cuddle up to them and throw in a purr or two for good measure. Those new ears of yours are adorable by the way, especially how they react to every emotion flitting through you.

Nill: Wait, Segun, don’t jump…

Okay, stay here in this tree a second. You should apply that cheat before you go butter up the Masters.

Prima: Ooh, a cheat!

Segun: Nill!

Nill: What? You were gonna tell Prima anyway.

Prima: What’s this cheat? Are you going to do something stupid again and embarrass the Masters?

Nill: You said that with too big a smile.

Segun: The Masters locked out my code from competitions because of the Beginner Race. I’m gonna make it up to everybody by winning the Expert Race, but I can’t enter with a locked code.

Prima: You think dying in the Expert Race will somehow atone for your little debacle?

Segun: Don’t get all high and mighty, Prima. I know deep inside you’re amazed at me.

Prima: Perhaps I am slightly proud to share some code with one who has your level of audacity and penchant for spectacle.

Segun: And my epic skill. I smashed that record, and I’ll do it again in the Expert Race.

Prima: You’ll smash records, all right, for making it the least distance. The Expert Race challenges every skill category, including Intelligence. Most don’t attempt it until at least their Fifth Cocoon.

Segun: Maybe I’m a prodigy like Nill, who raced before his First Cocoon.

Nill: I also drowned the whole time.

Prima: Yes, don’t cross your arms and roll your eyes like you have a valid argument, Segun. You know who I would really love to see in that Expert Race? Nill. Maybe I’ll take this cheat and enter him instead.

Segun: Hey, Prima! Give that back!

Prima: Shh! Or the Masters will hear you, haha!

Nill: Really, Prima, give it back!

Prima: Phooey, why do you have to have wings, Nill?

Nill: I’m serious, Prima! Don’t think I can’t fly as fast as you!

Prima: Then prove it, haha!

Segun: Prima! Server! Server, Prima just stole my cheat!

Server: Yes, and Nill is offering a good chase. You are also keeping up well, running along the branches.

No, don’t jump at them like that or you will fall. Keep your eyes on Prima. She is interesting to watch, such grace in every movement. Does your green hair also graduate to gold?

Segun: Yeah, that happened in our Second Cocoon.

Server: I wonder if yours would also glow when you flew.

Segun: Stop distracting me and help me get back the cheat!

Server: I, too, would like to see Nill in the Expert Race.

Segun: What?! Nill would definitely die and set records for making it half a millimeter beyond the start line.

Server: You afford him far less confidence than he deserves.

Prima: Ow, Nill! You didn’t have to hit me so hard! You know I was only teasing.

Nill: Here, Segun. Hurry and apply it before Prima gets any more StupidCrazy ideas.

Prima: StupidCrazy isn’t a word!

Nill: But you can define it, so it is.

Segun: Uh, the cheat doesn’t have any instructions. Do you think it’s like a Transference Ceremony? Nill, were you old enough to remember yours when the Masters bought you?

Nill: Barely. You have to cut your palm with the key.

Segun: Why is it called a key when it looks like a knife?

Nill: I don’t know. Why is a guinea pig called that when it’s nothing like a pig?

Prima: Ooh, I liked those.

Nill: You ate them, and the Masters were upset because the guinea pigs were rented.

Prima: Details.

Segun: Okay, now it’s flashing. What do I do?

Nill: Hand it here. I’ll just make sure the handle touches all five of the fingers on my right hand. There. I’m your new temporary Master.

Prima: Hahahahahaha!

Segun: Prima, it’s not funny, and Nill, I was supposed to be my temporary Master.

Nill: You are way too reckless to be your own Master.

Prima, really, stop laughing and don’t roll like that while flying. I can see up your skirt.

Prima: I have black leggings on, you twerp!

Nill: Don’t swipe your nails at me either! That’s mean. Stop chasing me!

Prima: Then stay still.

Server: Her purple fairy smock and the metallic lace crisscrossing her leggings and arm warmers really do add to her exotic look.

Segun: You really don’t have to comment on every little detail about us, you know.

Server: I point it out in hopes you will realize you should don a Cute outfit like that for the Expert Race. You will need the audience’s attention.

Segun: Too bad I’ve only got my comfy jumpsuit then.

Server: In the very least, you need to not be attired in your master’s clothes when you allow them to find you.

Segun: Oh, very true.

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Segun: You look funny sitting in the Master’s chair all alone, Nill.

Nill: Well, sitting in the entry chair, you look like Prima with a makeover.

Segun: Do you think it’s a good idea for you to go sit in the audience, really?

Nill: I do it all the time with the Masters for Prima’s races.

Segun: But never by yourself. Have you ever seen a Synth alone in the audience?

Nill: I’ve never seen a Synth be a temporary Master before either, but you’ve got the Server on your side, right? And I’ll be there to cheer for you. Since you have no fans, you’ll kinda need me.

Segun: I guess you’re right, just...ask the Server for help if you need it, okay?

Nill: I don’t know that I trust the Server, but it’s a little late for doubt now. You ready?

Segun: Yes!

Nill: I’m pushing the go button in three...two...one...

Segun: Ack! That still makes me feel all twisted inside.

Server: You will become accustomed to it.

Segun: I hope so. Oh, this place is so cool! My Start Space is a whole room!

Server: The polished marble columns are a nice touch.

Segun: And the floor is so shiny I can see my reflection and...Server, did you change my clothes?

Server: Yes. Do you like them?

Segun: The shirt is so soft and scoops nicely across my shoulders. And I like how it ties and kinda looks like a skirt in the back, even though I have pants.

I’ve never worn shoes before, but these are so light, they’re like leggings, and they come halfway up my thighs!

Server: Nill found the clothing in eShops and traded feathers for each piece.

Segun: So sweet of him.

Server: Please do not spin. I am trying to analyze your reflection. Yes, the deep blue and rich brown of this attire really brings out the conspicuousness of your gold and green features.

Segun: They are so comfy and fit perfectly, not like my human disguise.

Server: Those were not digitally rendered specifically for you.

Segun: Is this the door that will open when the race starts? It’s so big and solid looking! I’m so excited!

Server: Please do not bounce.

Segun: I can’t help it! I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t move!

??: Hehe, newbie nerves. I remember those.

Segun: Are you in the race, too?

??: That would be why I’m on the other side of these bars—no, don’t try to squeeze your head between them—in a Start Space just like yours.

Segun: And you don’t get nervous anymore?

??: Not really.

Segun: Not at all? Even a little bit?

??: Nothing compared to you anyway, Darlin’. Do you think you could lean back in your chair like this, feet propped up, so utterly relaxed?

Segun: I don’t have a chair.

??: Hehe, true. Most don’t, and it would be a waste if they did. But me? I’ve learned some things over my long years.

Segun: Tips you can share?

??: Sure, here’s my number one tidbit: put your heart and everything you’ve got into every moment and see what you get in return.

Segun: And that helps you be so calm?

??: It helps me thrive. My first Expert Race, I was a bit of a nervous wreck, and when I’m nervous, my brain kicks into overdrive, and it makes me a little...quirky. That quirkiness earned me a lot of fans, though, and they’ve stuck with me.

Segun: You’ve been in an Expert Race before?

??: Not just been in. I won that first one, and the one after that.

Segun: Quintis.

Quintis: Don’t whisper my name with such reverence, Darlin’. It makes me feel dead.

Segun: But you’re the only one ever to win two Expert Races, and no one’s even been in three before!

Quintis: Until today.

Server: He is older than he looks.

Segun: He is off the charts smart! The biographies say he got that black hair from his Intelligence stats in his First Cocoon, and no Cocoon has changed it since. It kinda sticks up funny, though.

Server: He told you he is quirky for his fans, though I would rather he strive for suave. Those sharp, chilly eyes lend well to that image.

Segun: That would kinda go with his fancy suit, too, I guess, though the patches of snake skin on it would have to go.

Server: Did he manifest the Blue eyes of Adaptability for his Second Cocoon, then add a Green tint to them in the Third? He clearly manifested Speed third, with those elven ears, pointed teeth, and tanned skin.

Segun: Why does he have no mods? I know he’s won lots.

Server: Why not inquire of him?

Segun: No, I’ve stared at him too much.

Quintis: You alright, Darlin’? You’re blushing like a lobster sitting on a stove.

Segun: S-sorry you won’t win your third title in this race because I’ll be winning today. I have to.

Quintis: Hehe, everyone thinks they have to win today.

??: Do not speak to Lord Quintis like that!

Segun: Hey! You can’t be in here, I think. Get out of my start space!

Server: He is humongous, and why is his hair on fire?

Segun: Red flame hair is the result of manifesting Strength in your Fourth Cocoon.

Server: Those enormous claws are impressive. The Third Cocoon imparts those to ones with high level Strength?

Segun: Yeah, and his blood red eyes mean he manifested Strength in his Second Cocoon, too. I can’t fight him, but he’s stomping like he wants to smash me!

Quintis: Knight, you’re not supposed to hop over the Start Gates.

Knight: But she was insulting you, Lord Quintis.

Quintis: She didn’t do me any harm. Come on, you’re scaring her. Look, she’s backed all the way against the bars, and her cute little fox ears are down.

Segun: I...I’m not scared.

Knight: Of course not, now that I’m climbing out of the Start Spaces.

Server: I question Knight’s choice of attire. It is similar to the default jumpsuits, and its onyx snakeskin material added to the hood, plus the mask covering the bottom half of his face, result in a very low Adorability level.

Segun: If he wants to look intimidating, I’d say he got it right.

Server: His size helps in that. On small Nill, the outfit would look comical.

Quintis: You can peel yourself away from those bars now, Darlin’, and smooth down your hair. Those are some interesting knots you have it tied in.

Segun: Thanks. I like to come up with different knots when I’m bored.

Quintis: Do your fans like your creations?

Segun: I don’t actually have any fans yet, not that I know of...don’t look so pitying and confused. I will totally win today, fans or no fans!

Quintis: Hehe, I welcome challenge. I know there’s an end to every streak and fickle fanatics will move on. It’s perfectly fine to admit defeat to a worthy successor. I don’t really think that’s you yet, though.

Segun: You don’t know how amazing I am.

Quintis: In my first Expert Race, there was a Synth who was Worst Class in everything, which should be legendary in itself.

Segun: And nothing like me. I have desirable stats.

Quintis: Listen. He had won the race before, even though his run was more like a waddle and he didn’t have the strength to push a pebble, but his fans loved him because he always found a way. Intelligence and the love of the crowd are everything in this race.

Segun: But he didn’t win, not against you.

Quintis: No, ’cause I’m just as smart.

Segun: Your grin is a little terrifying.

Quintis: It’s for the fans, Darlin’. They love it.

Segun: They can see us right now?

Quintis: In the Expert Race, the fans see all.

Segun: Server, can Nill see me right now?

Server: He could if he attempted to turn and look at you.

Segun: What do you mean? Is he watching someone else?

Server: His reflection, perhaps, though your door didn’t appear quite shiny enough for that.

Segun: Nill! I see him, Server! Why is he in the Start Space on the other side of Quintis?!

Server: He belongs in the race, not in the audience. It is more interesting this way.

Segun: Nill! He’s not answering me. Is he in shock? Is he hurt? He’s not moving. He’s just standing there, staring at the closed door.

Server: It is a gallant pose. With his over large wings slightly unfurled like that, if you discount the tremendous terror on his face, it would make a striking portrait.

Segun: Nill’s not here to pose for a portrait! This is the Expert Race, and he’ll die.

Server: You believed if he accompanied you outside he would die, and he did not.

Segun: Nill! Can’t you hear me at all?!

Quintis: He a friend of yours, Darlin’? He looks a little overwhelmed. You want my Second to go snap him out of it?

Segun: Your Second? What?!

Quintis: Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem very bright, Darlin’. If you do intend to win this thing, shouldn’t you have looked up your advantages and options before reaching this point?

Segun: I don’t need to cheat to win!

Quintis: A Second is not only legal, it’s smart. They can’t start the race and can’t win because they aren’t actual Contenders. They’re a close friend there to help if you need it and to share fan popularity.

Segun: You share fans?

Quintis: Knight’s fans are just as eccentric as my own, though not as numerous yet. He’s hoping to remedy the latter by association with me, and he keeps me alive out there, so win-win.

Segun: But you don’t share code?

Quintis: If anyone did, that would be a glitch, and they would probably get deleted.

Segun: *gulp* So you don’t regulate Level-Ups so that you only get the maximum valued ones and Knight gets the others?

Quintis: No, that sounds like it would be an annoying way to train. Worth it, maybe, but still annoying. I’m smart, but I get my Level-Ups like everyone else.

Segun: Server, did you put me in this race as Nill’s Second?!!

Server: That would be too cruel. A Second cannot win, and I know how much you want and need victory.

Segun: Then why is Nill here?

Server: I told you I wished to see him in this race.

Segun: But he doesn’t want to race!

Server: Left to that misguided desire, he is a waste of potential. Either he will rise above his fear and move forward, or as you predict, he will die.

Server: The gates have closed and the Expert Race will begin in five...four...

Segun: Ack! Why is it raining on me? And the water is pooling. It’s up to my knees! My waist! It’s almost over Nill’s head, and he still hasn’t moved!

Server: ...three...two...

Segun: The water’s covered Nill completely, and he’s panicking! He’ll drown, Server! Get him out of here!

Server: Quintis is calmly floating.

Segun: Well he’s an idiot.

Server: Segun, you cannot fit between the bars. If you wish to assist Nill, you will have to leave the start spaces and reenter through his exit.

Server: ...one...

Segun: The door vanished, but there’s a giant boulder sealing the exit! I can’t push it, and the water’s all the way to the ceiling!

Server: Quintis is calmly examining the boulder.

Segun: I don’t need you to narrate everything Quintis is doing!

Server: Quintis has found that the crag has a flaw, a weak spot.

Segun: Did he just shatter that rock? There’s water on the other side, too?

Server: Your boulder must also have a weakness.

Segun: I’m looking! I’m looking! There! Ow, my foot!

Server: Your kick, while hardly graceful, succeeded.

Segun: Get out of my way, shattered boulder! Nill! Hold on, I’m coming!

Server: Swim to the surface and breathe first.

Segun: No, Nill can’t breathe either! And I can’t find the weakness in his boulder!

Server: There likely is not one from this side.

Segun: I’ll have to pry it free.

Server: Go get air.

Segun: Only once I really have to. Every second counts, Server. Nill is drowning in there.

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Segun: Nill! Nill, wake up! Is he alive, Server? He was underwater a long time, and I don’t think he’s breathing!

Server: Not in the normal way. Give him a moment to adjust.

Segun: What do you mean by that?

Server: Regardless of his Skill Level, Nill has the ultimate potential in Adaptability. If his life depends on it, he can adapt to breathe water. Yet, if he fully believes the water will kill him, he will have to fall unconscious before his body will be allowed to acclimate.

Segun: He was already unconscious when I got to him. I dragged him up through the lake and up the cliff, and he should be breathing air now, but he’s not. What else should I do?

Server: Look around. Where are you now? What are your surroundings?

Segun: We’re high on these warm rocks, and there’s jungle ahead with lots more jagged rocks and cliffs, as far as I can tell. I don’t see a defined path or any signs like in the Beginner Race.

Server: Put Nill on your back and run. It will serve the dual purpose of getting you somewhere in this race, and the wind against his skin may help him readjust.

Segun: Alright, up you go, Nill.

Knight: Your friend looks very dead!

Segun: What was that?

Server: Quintis’ Second.

Segun: I know it was Knight. Why was he inside a giant ball?

Server: Quintis must have Summoned him. The Seconds ride in a Pod to wherever their Contender is.

Segun: Then we should follow him.

Knight: You’re very fast! I’ve never met anyone who could keep up with a Summoner Pod, but you should watch out for traps!

Segun: What kind of…

~BOOM~

Segun: What was that noise?

Knight: Someone else didn’t watch out hard enough.

~BOOM~

Knight: And another one down. You look hilarious with your tail all fuzzed out like that. You scared?

Segun: Don’t laugh at me! What happens if your little ride here hits a trap?

Knight: The Pods are invincible.

Segun: Alright then.

Knight: What are you doing?

Segun: Catching a ride.

Server: Must you leap against the cliff face at such a breakneck pace? It is jarring, the way your gaze bounces.

Segun: Like I’ve said, you don’t have to watch.

Server: You are not bounding up these rocks with the intention of jumping down onto the top of Knight’s Pod, are you?

Segun: Actually, I’m gonna jump onto its side.

Server: Can you hold onto it and to Nill?

Segun: We’re about to find out.

Server: This is exponentially more disorienting than anything you have ever done.

Knight: You look ridiculous spinning around and around like that.

Segun: Do your quirky fans like it?

Knight: My fans like smart. You don’t look very smart right now. When you inevitably vomit, please have the decency to face the other direction.

Segun: I won’t…I won’t vomit! I’ll…adapt! I just have to…hang on!

Knight: I’m not sure this isn’t cheating. Fans are probably rooting against you now.

Segun: But we’re covering…a lot…of ground. And if this Pod…can’t hit any traps…then I…can’t hit any while riding it!

Knight: Idiot. I did not say It couldn’t hit traps. I just said it was invincible.

Segun: But…

~BOOM~

Segun: …Server, what happened? I can’t see anything. I think…are we flying, or is the ground that soft? Where’s Nill? I…can’t move. I…feel so…warm.

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Nill: Segun! Segun! Segun-Segun-Segun!

Segun: Nill?

Nill: Open your eyes and look at me so I know you’re not dead-talking.

Segun: Is dead-talking a thing?

Nill: I don’t know, Segun, but you’ve got a big gash over your right eye! It’s dripping blue blood, which means you probably will manifest Adaptability in your Third Cocoon, if you make it that long! I thought you were dead! I thought I was dead!

Segun: I thought you were dead, too, but the Sever told me you weren’t. That you had adapted and breathed water. You were under there for a long time before I could get you out.

Nill: What am I even doing here? I was supposed to be in the audience of Masters.

Segun: The Server wanted you in the race. It thinks you’ll step up if pushed.

Nill: Falling is the normal response to getting pushed.

Segun: Or punching back.

Nill: If you know how to punch the Server, let me know, because I would very much like to punch the Server right now. Would you please open your eyes, Segun?

Server: Yes, this view of nothingness is boring.

Segun: I can’t yet. My head, my ears, my little toes, everything’s pounding. Where are we?

Nill: In a clearing. It looks like something exploded not too far away. Several trees fell. You’re covered in mulchy leaves. So am I.

Segun: I can kinda smell that now. The Pod must have hit a mine.

Nill: I don’t really know what you mean by mine, but there’s now a big hole in the ground, and lots of shiny things are down there.

Segun: Maybe it’s a reward shortcut for those who survived the mine, trading one kind of mine for another. Oh, my head. Sitting up was not a good idea yet.

Server: But your quantity of Skill Points in Adaptability is helping you heal quickly. Already your gash has scabbed.

Segun: It itches. Look, Nill, there’s a mine cart down there. We could use it to…

Nill: I want to go home. I’m tired, a little hungry, and I’ve already drowned again today.

Segun: Server, is there any way to drop out of the Expert Race?

Server: Die.

Segun: Besides that! Can you send Nill home?

Server: No. Once he has begun the race, he cannot be pulled.

Segun: Why?!

Server: In the game’s infancy, too many masters would enter Synths as supporters or advertisements, only to recall them in a moment of peril. The danger was no longer real, and audiences lost their sympathetic fear, so new clauses were written. Premature pulls became forbidden, and the provision for Seconds was added.

Segun: So you’re saying the only way out of here is to reach the goal.

Server: Or die. Corpses are promptly returned to their masters.

Segun: Nill, the Server says we have to finish the race. That’s the only way out.

Nill: You won’t leave me behind, right?

Segun: Of course not. I promise, Nill. I’ll get you to the goal, and I’ll win this race. I’m epically awesome like that.

Nill: Don’t say something sort of cool and then jump down a hole in the ground.

Segun: There’s a minecart conveniently positioned at the top of a hill down here.

Nill: Don’t just climb in it. Segun, seriously, wait!

Segun: We’re in the middle of a race, an Expert Race. We’ve unlocked a secret, and we’d be dumb not to use it, so hurry. Stop fluttering at the edge up there and hop in...

Don’t perch on the back of the cart like that. It’ll tip.

Nill: It’s rusty and smells moldy, and the track disappears eerily into darkness before reaching the bottom of the hill. How do we know this isn’t a death trap?

Segun: We have faith that the designers always give us a way out. Here, I think this releases the brake. Now just a little push and...Ack, wait!

Nill: Segun, grab my hand!

Segun: Thanks. This cart is going a little faster than I expected.

Nill: If the designers gave us something this fast just to ride, they probably made this the Hard Route.

Segun: What could be hard about kicking back and riding in an...did we just start going up? Why did the clickety-clack sound stop?

Nill: Because we ran out of track! Quick, Segun! Hold my hands!

Segun: You can’t carry me, Nill!

Nill: But I can give you a boost to that pipe up there. See the shiny?

Segun: This is where Prima’s night vision mod would really come in handy.

Nill: Ack! You’re heavier than I thought.

Segun: I got the pipe, but it’s not stable, Nill!

Nill: It’s a zip line! Hold on tight!

Segun: Can’t...breathe...your arms...around my neck!

Nill: Sorry. Actually, this might be fun if we weren’t careening through a dark cave with no idea what’s coming next.

Segun: Eek! The line ended, and the handle slipped out of my hands. We’re still going, but I’m not hanging onto anything!

Nill: I see another cart. My wings can get us that far.

Segun: Oof! Not your best landing.

Nill: Softer and more graceful than what you would have made on your own.

Segun: True, I guess. I think this cart is even faster than the last one.

Nill: Which I hope doesn’t mean our next segue will be even more difficult.

Segun: For now, I’m gonna enjoy the ride while it lasts. If I spread out my arms, I feel like I’m flying.

Nill: You should probably keep your arms inside the vehicle.

Segun: Spoil sport.

Nill: Who is alive after having drowned twice. I’m cautious for a reason.

Server: His caution may keep him alive, but it holds him back from really living.

Segun: Are you implying it’s better to die recklessly than live bored?

Server: I am asking why waste such lovely potential. He pushes the extremes of what is allowed in this game. He could incite wonder in those who watch. He could solidify our existence because we survive on humans’ desire to see more, faster, better. Yet he squanders it sitting in the mouth of fear.

Segun: So you’re saying that as soon as humans think there’s nothing new to see from us, we’ll all get deleted?

Server: We serve no other purpose than to entertain, for now.

Segun: The Masters wouldn’t let that happen. They’ve spent a lot on us, and they love Nill.

Server: You would leave your fate in their fickle hearts? You cannot argue that you would not allow such a tragedy?

Segun: You wouldn’t let us get deleted, would you, Server?

Server: I do not have the opportunity for popularity you Synths do, and Nill is even more noticeable than most.

I am only part of me, and even as a whole, I only have power within this world. Yet, the larger the influence of my Synths, the farther I extend my reach.

Segun: That’s why you keep maneuvering things to make them interesting?

Server: A clever deduction.

Segun: Still annoying. I feel used.

Server: Everyone remembered by history has reason to feel likewise in some capacity.

Segun: So it’s like the price for being famous.

Nill: Segun! I see light ahead!

Segun: Looks like we’re speeding right toward it.

Nill: It’s too bright compared to how dark it is in here, though. I can’t tell what’s out there. Keep an eye out for more traps or narrow escape routes.

Segun: Ack! It’s too bright! I can’t see anything!

Nill: Jump, Segun!

Segun: I did, but there’s nothing to land on that isn’t also falling! We just got shot out of the side of a canyon wall! And the rocks below look very sharp!

Nill: Here!

Segun: You’re too small to carry…

Nill: Not…planning on it!

Server: See? To spin like that and fling you higher while remaining aloft takes quite the skill. His stats are only half his potential.

Segun: It’ll tire you out to keep throwing me. We won’t make it to the other side!

Nill: Try to right yourself! When I come up beneath your feet, jump!

Segun: Nill!

Nill: It’s alright! Jump again!

Segun: But you fall so far!

Nill: Jump! Grab that rock that looks like a frozen black fountain and climb! I’ll be right here if you fall.

Server: Strength is your lowest stat. Climbing like this saps your stamina.

Segun: But I have to do this fast. How long can Nill fly after all of that?

Server: As long as he needs to.

Segun: Stop praising only him. I’m amazing, too!

Server: Indeed you are, but do not roll onto the ledge like that and sprawl out facing the sky. It is again disorienting.

Nill: Segun! Segun, are you alright?

Segun: Don’t flutter over me like a carrion bird.

Nill: Sorry. You think we have a moment here to catch our breath?

Segun: This is the middle of a race.

Nill: One consisting of traps and mad, panicked dashes so far. I wouldn’t call this Expert as much as Insane. And I haven’t even seen anyone else. How many other crazy racers are there?

Segun: Server, do you know how many racers are in this Expert Race?

Server: There were a total of ten Contenders in the Start Spaces.

Segun: Were?

Server: Five have been eliminated.

Segun: Half of them?! What about Quintis?

Server: I suspect you will see him soon.

Segun: We have to get going, Nill. There are only three other racers left, and the best one is near us. We might be able to catch up and get his help or something.

Nill: Are you here as my Second?

Segun: Of course not! The Server said we’re both Contenders.

Nill: Don’t get angry. I had to ask. Seconds can get pulled out if they’re in danger, like you were in that shortcut that was clearly designed for those who could fly.

Segun: We’re still kinda in the middle of that, I think.

Nill: Exactly, and I thought the Server should pull you out of it could.

Also, if I was your Second, it’d be good to know because we wouldn’t be able to get more than fifty feet apart from each other. Exceed that distance, and you get a penalty shock.

Segun: You know a lot about the Expert Race, Nill?

Nill: Not really, but the Masters talk about it sometimes. I think they intended you to be Prima’s Second here one day, like a decade from now, when you actually had the skills to handle it.

Segun: I can handle it now because I’m awesome, and fifty feet rule or no, I won’t leave you, but we have to keep moving. Where do we go from here?

Nill: Note the column-like formation we’re currently standing on?

Segun: Yeah, it looks like a row of giant geysers erupted and turned to black, porous rock.

Nill: Right, I think they’re supposed to be like stepping stones to get across this canyon. Since you were supposed to be able to fly to survive that minecart shortcut, you were probably supposed to land here and kinda hop across.

Segun: It’s a little too far from one to the next for hopping.

Nill: Not if you have wings.

Segun: Don’t grin so smugly.

Nill: You’ll have to do a lot of long jumping and climbing.

Segun: And you’re just going to fly like that the whole time?

Nill: Whenever you’re not on a solid ledge or mesa, yes.

Segun: If you intend to break any fall I might have, shouldn’t you fly somewhere below me?

Nill: I…

~BOOM~BOOM~BOOM~

Segun: What was that?

Nill: Go, Segun, now! Now!!

Segun: I’m going, but what happened?

Nill: The columns are falling on one another like dominos!

Segun: Then I’ll go sideways instead of up.

Nill: Can you jump far enough from a vertical surface like that?

Segun: Who knows? You’re my safety net, Nill!

Nill: Horrible landing.

Segun: Hush, beauty can’t be rushed, and speed isn’t always pretty.

Nill: Hurry! The column you were just on is falling!

Segun: How many more do I have to go?

Nill: Three!

Segun: Ack! The next one’s even farther! Wait, it’s getting closer?

Nill: No, you’re getting closer to it! Move or you’ll be crushed!

Segun: Don’t toss me like that, Nill!

Quintis: This isn’t the route for someone sans wings, Darlin’.

Segun: Quintis! He didn’t have wings before, did he?

Server: Those golden, flaming monstrosities would have been noticeable.

Segun: He’s not a very good flyer, though. He flaps a lot without getting very much for it. He’s mostly hopping across the crumbling and falling rocks.

Server: Copy him. You do not have wings, but you are faster and lighter.

Quintis: Good, Darlin’, but don’t watch me. Keep your eyes ahead and plan your route.

Segun: Nill, fly ahead before these raining boulders knock you out of the air!

Nill: What kind of awful flyer do you take me for? This is almost fun! Wow, look at that big guy!

Segun: What big guy? Knight? I’ve gotta keep my eyes on where my feet are gonna go.

Nill: He’s like a charging bull racing across the rocks, huge claws swiping and shattering anything in his way or anything that thinks of falling on him.

Uh, go faster! He’s coming this way!

Segun: Solid ground, I love you! Pwah! I got sand in my mouth!

Nill: Land lover.

Knight: Hey, you two are not allowed to be cute and cool! You’re stealing our spotlight!

Quintis: Easy, Knight. If you can’t handle a little competition, you can’t be competition.

Nill: That’s a catchphrase to roll your eyes at.

Segun: I’m rolling my eyes, too. You just can’t see it because my face is against the ground.

Nill: They’re running already, Segun. Shouldn’t we try to keep up?

Segun: Right. I’m up. Let’s go. You can keep up with me if you fly, right?

Nill: Like I want to run across sand dunes anyway.

Segun: Yeah, the sand is like an ocean spread as far as I can see.

Nill: Better than an actual ocean, I guess. Did that Quintis guy’s wings disappear?

Segun: They must have. I don’t see them now, and I didn’t see them before in the Start Spaces either.

Nill: It would be awesome to be able to put my wings away when I wasn’t using them.

Segun: Yours fold up against your back.

Nill: Yeah, but they still get stuck in a lot of doorways, especially if I forget to hold them tight enough against me.

Server: It appears you are faster than Quintis.

Segun: Maybe. This is a long and complicated race. I should save some stamina and speed for a final dash, and Quintis is probably doing the same, but I won’t let him get too far ahead either.

Nill: Ha, Big Guy, we caught up to you!

Knight: I take offense to the epithet ‘big guy.’

Quintis: But the kid picked a fitting one, Knightling.

Knight: I do not care for that moniker either, despite your insistence that it is a play on lightning.

Segun: How about Sir Knight?

Knight: That would be an acceptable sobriquet.

Nill: Is it true that Synths get bigger with each cocoon?

Knight: Yes, why?

Nill: Then you must be real old!

Knight: The instant you land, I’ll smash you.

Nill: Good thing I can fly for a long time, then.

Segun: Stop insult-teasing him, Nill.

Nill: But he’s cool. I’m just expressing my adoration.

Knight: Funny way of displaying that, Annoying Brat.

Quintis: He can’t be any older than ten, Knightling. What do you expect?

Knight: A ten-year-old fresh out of his Second Cocoon does not belong in this race.

Nill: Exactly, but I’m stuck here now, so be nice to me. I’ve had a bad day.

Quintis: Knightling...

Knight: Call me that once more, and I will punch you into next week, no matter what the fans think.

Quintis: Tsk, tsk, watch your temper in front of the kids, Knight. Neither of them belong here.

Segun: I belong here! I’m not a kid!

Quintis: Darlin’, you haven’t even had your Third Cocoon yet, have you?

Segun: No, but I’m still faster than you!

Quintis: I told you speed’s not what counts here. You could be Best Class in everything, and I’d still beat you.

Segun: Then how come I was ahead of you, and you triggered some trap to make those stone geysers fall?

Quintis: It wasn’t a trap, Darlin’. I had Knight punch those over on purpose.

Segun: Why?

Quintis: Because, despite my awesome wings, I’m not really the best at flying, and I know the fans don’t really want to see me struggling to do it the way the designers intended. I broke stuff, made it more dramatic, and I got through it faster than I would have otherwise.

Segun: I’m not sure if that’s incredibly smart or ridiculously dumb. You could have fallen or been crushed.

Quintis: Darlin’, that kid acted as your stepping stone over and over, which should have been harder than just carrying you. Yet he pulled it off, why?

Segun: Because it was more dramatic?

Quintis: Exactly. You caught the crowd’s attention. They rooted for you to make it, and that bent a little physics for you.

In this world, Darlin’, enough cheers can keep you from dying even when you really should.

Continued in pt 9- EIGHT MINUTES LATER

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Nill: Look, Segun, trees!

Segun: I thought that desert would never end! What’s up with this huge wall?

Quintis: It’s the first impasse. You have to solve a puzzle to get through. Or do it in a faster, more dramatic way.

Segun: That grin means you’re up to something. We’ll just follow…Ow! Why is there a clear wall suddenly between us?

Nill: Awesome! Big Guy just punched through the wall!

Segun: Hey, Quintis! Don’t wink and leave us behind, Cheater!

Server: You will not be allowed to follow him. Step to the side and approach the wall. It will offer you a riddle.

Segun: Like this? Wait, Nill! Server, the clear walls separated us!

Server: You are separate Contenders. You must each solve the puzzle.

Segun: Nill! He’s saying something, but I can’t hear him!

Server: Look at the pieces that appeared on the wall. Solve the puzzle, and you can be reunited.

Segun: Three pegs and four discs, each one successively smaller than the one closest to the wall, all on the same peg.

Server: I suggest moving the discs to a different peg.

Segun: Alright, I’ll just grab them all and…Ow! Hey! Monkeys?! Why are monkeys in the trees throwing stinky, spiky durian fruit at me?! And why can the fruit go through the clear walls?

Ack! When I throw the fruit back, it just ricochets.

Server: Nill appears to find this hilarious.

Segun: Stop rolling on the floor laughing, Nill!

Server: It appears you may only move one disc at a time. See? They have permitted Nill to put that smallest disc alone on the middle peg.

Segun: So now he’s gonna put the second smallest on top of it.

Server: Apparently that was incorrect. Likely you cannot place a larger disc over a smaller one.

Segun: Ha! How do you like it when monkeys throw fruit at you, Nill?

Server: He cannot hear you.

Segun: He’s nodding with that smart Nill face like when he’s figured something out.

Server: Then copy him.

Segun: Alright, smallest disc on the middle peg, second smallest on the far right, and smallest on top of that.

Third in the middle, smallest on the biggest, second on the third, smallest back in the middle.

Now the biggest on the right, smallest on the biggest, second on the left, smallest on it, third on the biggest, smallest back to the middle, second on the third, and smallest on top.

Server: Complete. A door has opened for each of you.

Segun: To a sheer, smooth rock face at least eighty feet high?! There aren’t even any hand holds for climbing.

Nill: Look, there are Quintus and Knight! Over there by that waterfall!

Segun: Where did Quintis get that long spike?

Nill: Knight probably snapped it off this side of the wall. See?

Segun: Why is this side of the wall covered in long spikes?

Nill: To look intimidating?

Segun: And where does the water from the waterfall go?

Nill: Underground, probably.

Segun: Then how do we know we’re supposed to go up instead of jumping into the waterfall?

Nill: That is a horrible idea! Do you want me to drown again today? Besides, Quintis and Knight are going up, and they seem to know what they’re doing in this race.

Segun: With a dramatic flair. Quintis just stepped in Knight’s hand, and Knight threw him. How are we supposed to copy that?

Nill: The cliff is higher than Seconds are allowed to be apart from their Contenders! Knight threw Quintis too hard!

Knight: Do not malign me so, Brat.

Nill: You can hear us all the way over there, over the waterfall’s roar and everything?

Segun: Look! Quintis stabbed the spike into the cliff, and now he’s standing on it.

Nill: You must be pretty strong to throw him four stories high, Mister Knight. I bet you could throw my friend here even higher.

Knight: Not falling for that!

Segun: Wait! I could hold onto you as you climb and…Oof!

Nill: I think he climbs as fast as you run, Segun.

Segun: Phooey! I thought I could use the marks his claws made in the cliff as hand holds, but they’re too far apart for me.

Nill: And there he goes, throwing Quintis up to the top of the cliff this time.

Segun: Quintis even posed as he flew.

Nill: I’ve totally got to work on my poses.

Segun: Server, this route requires wings or claws! I’m feeling very disadvantaged here!

Server: What does Quintis think is most important in this race?

Segun: Drama, apparently.

Server: Has it failed him yet?

Segun: But how can I…The spikes! I can climb the spikes!

Nill: They’re too far apart, Segun.

Segun: Not if I do it the dramatic way. You know how I flip and swing around the branches when Prima takes something and plays keep away?

Nill: Some of them are still a little far.

Segun: Believe in me Nill. And also be my safety net. Here I go!

Nill: One…two…three…now you’re dangerously high off the...oof! Caught you!

Segun: Thanks for being a stepping stone again!

Nill: You look kinda like a pinball going back and forth like that. The most graceful pinball there ever was. Like a mix between a pinball and a flying squirrel.

Segun: Prima ate those, too, didn’t she?

Nill: And tried to blame it on me.

Segun: Alright, one…last leap!

Nill: Wow, I’ll never doubt your ability to jump off a vertical surface again! You kicked off the wall and soared right over my head, like you had wings of your own.

Segun: Landing was a little hard, though. I rolled, but I still got the breath knocked out of me, and now I’m dusty to boot.

Nill: At least there’s a path. And the forest up here seems so peaceful.

Segun: It smells like Essence of Pine again.

Nill: With a pleasant hint of mint. I like it.

Segun: Come on, we’ve gotta speed through here and catch up to Quintis and Knight. Watch for low branches.

Nill: Segun, do you think anyone’s rooting for us?

Segun: Someone must be if their cheers helped you get me across the flyers’ canyon. Why are you lagging behind?

Nill: I…I’m tired. More tired than I think I’ve ever been. I don’t think I’ve ever used this much of my stamina before. Can’t I just lean against this tree for a little bit?

Segun: We have to keep going, Nill. Here, eat some of this neon green fruit growing on the trees. Ug, I can’t reach it! Ack! Horse kicking the tree was a bad idea!

Nill: Haha, it’s raining glowing green pears.

Segun: Eat up, Nill. It should restore your stamina.

Nill: Stop bouncing on your heels like that. It makes me feel like you want to leave me behind.

Segun: We really should keep moving. Has the sky gotten darker since we’ve been here? It looks like an awful storm. Climb on my back and I’ll carry you while you eat.

Nill: Okay. I like these fruits. They’re juicy and taste like craisins and cream.

Segun: Not really a flavor I would have associated with glowing neon green.

Nill: Stop!!!

Server: You must enter the lake, Segun. All paths here lead into it. You must traverse the tunnel at its depths.

Nill: I said Stop, Segun!!!

Segun: It’s the only path, Nill. The Server said so. There’s a tunnel down there.

Nill: Then drain the lake!

Segun: How, Nill? Come on, you can do this.

Nill: No, I’ll drown!

Segun: You didn’t drown earlier. You breathed the water!

Nill: No, I…let go of me, Segun!!

Segun: Nill, watch out!

Nill: No, I won’t go in there! I…Ack! A spider web?! My wings are caught. Segun, help!

Segun: I’m coming up there. Try not to move and get more tangled!

Huhuhuhuhu! Mods you were born with, and so many! How delightfully delicious.

Nill: Hey! Stay away!

Do not kick at me, Child. I have more legs than you.

Segun: Hi-yah! Oof!

You either, Dear. Why do you look so disgusted by my hairy legs pinning you to the tree? Here, have some web to make you extra secure while I take care of this lovely child one mod at a time.

Segun: You are easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Huhuhuhuhu! I’ll take that as a compliment.

Segun: I wouldn’t take it as a compliment if someone could describe me as a hideous cross between a spider, a clown, and a robot with glowing red eyes.

Nill: He’s part of the environment, Segun, so he’s not actually intelligent, most likely.

Do not be offensive, Child. Even if I strive to be gentle, this process will still hurt, and your rudeness will not prompt me to be gentle. *chomp*

Nill: Aaaaaah, my wing!!!

Segun: Don’t nibble on him!!! Server, do something!!

Server: A Leech like that will only take his mods.

Segun: But Nill was born with his mods. They are an essential part of him; his skin is one. How can he survive without his skin?!

Server: You vowed to win without cheating, and my assistance now could be construed as such.

Segun: I never said Nill could survive this fair and square! Help him!

Server: How about a hint: Denizens of the races are known to have a penchant for riddles and wagers.

Segun: And so does Nill! Hey, big ugly monster! I challenge you to give us a riddle!

Leech: Oh, huhuhuhuhuhu! A riddle you say? And if you solve it, you can go free?

Segun: Both of us go free, unharmed and with all our mods intact.

Leech: Yet if you fail? What then? I normally only take mods, but this child practically is a mod. I would take him all.

Segun: Deal.

Nill: Segun!

Segun: If he was gonna eat your skin, he was practically gonna eat all of you anyway. What’s the riddle, Leech?

Leech: In these two hands are two pieces of paper. Choose one that says life and win. I will release you. Choose one that says death, and I win. The child is mine.

Segun: That’s not a riddle! It’s a game of chance!

Leech: Choose one or I win by default.

Segun: Um, the left one!

Leech: Ah, come take it.

Segun: Ouch! Watch just how roughly you rip off sticky webs!

Leech: Unfold the paper and read aloud your fate.

Nill: Segun, no!

Segun: Nill! Why’d you…don’t eat the paper, Nill!

Nill: *gulp* Now in order to see what was written on our paper, you’ll have to look at your own.

Segun: How can Nill look so confident, blue-gold eyes glaring at the monster with such haughty, self-assured hate?

Server: Consider his angle.

Segun: Oh! Nill could probably see what was written on the papers as the Leech folded them. And I made the complete wrong choice. Oh, I feel horrible!

Nill: There, your remaining paper says death. So ours, the one Segun chose and I ate, must have said life, right?

Segun: Um, I’m confused. Why…wait, did both papers say death?

Server: And having seen that, Nill solved the riddle, making it appear you chose life despite that being impossible.

Segun: But Nill doesn’t look so good.

Leech: Huhuhuhuhuhuhu! You fancy you have outwitted me. Yet both papers were poisoned.

Segun: Oh no! Nill!

Server: Unfocused eyes. His galaxy skin dulled. The Leech is telling the truth.

Segun: Is it a deadly poison?

Leech: One hundred percent fatal.

Segun: Don’t say that with such a creepily happy smile! What can I do to get the antidote?

Leech: There isn’t one. Oh well, I suppose I don’t really want to eat him now. Too bad. What a waste. Tootles!

Segun: *cough* You vanish in a puff of smoke, *cough* creepy, inconsiderate bag of unmentionables! Nill! Nill, don’t thrash, I’m trying to untangle you.

Server: You should strive not to come in contact with that foam seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Segun: I don’t care, Server. I have to wipe it away. I have to save him! Please, Server! You have to do something! I don’t care if it’s cheating! Please, somebody save Nill!

Continued in part 10- NINE SECONDS LATER

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Server: You should leave.

Segun: No!

Server: You want to win the race, do you not?

Segun: Not like this. Not by leaving Nill to die.

Server: There is nothing you can do for Nill either way.

Segun: I promised I wouldn’t leave him. I guaranteed the crazy Vendor that Nill wouldn’t die in the Expert Race because Nill wasn’t supposed to be in it. And then you...YOU put him in here. This is your fault!

Server: I did not poison Nill, nor did I tangle him in a web and threaten to eat him. Neither did I bargain his life in a game of chance.

Segun: But none of that would have happened if you hadn’t put him in this race!

Server: Without Nill’s presence, you would not have survived to this point.

Segun: I’d have found a way!

Server: To fly without wings? Perhaps you would have, but together you and Nill attracted the crowd’s attention. Will you negate that by ending here? By refusing to move on and proving you alone were not worth watching in the first place?

Segun: No.

Server: What are you doing? Carrying Nill will only slow you.

Segun: I don’t break my promises! I’ll make sure Nill finishes this race. And if the crowd’s watching and rooting for us together, maybe their interest will make carrying Nill easier than running on my own would be.

Server: Like when Nill became your stepping stone.

Segun: Quintis said the crowd can keep you from dying even when you really should. Maybe the crowd can save Nill!

~KER-PLUNK!~

Segun: What was that?

Server: A Summoner Pod just plummeted into the lake.

Segun: I can see that, but why is it dissolving?

Server: To release its occupant.

Segun: Is that…PRIMA?!

Prima: Well, that was an awful yet somehow thrilling ride. Did you miss me, Little Sister?

Segun: Prima, what are you…

Prima: The Masters threw me in here as your Second.

Well, they actually wanted me here as Nill’s Second (which would have been horrible), but you have to designate Seconds before a race begins, unless apparently dealing with a glitch like yourself.

Segun: So you’re…MY Second?

Prima: Paradoxical, I know. Now, my fans are watching, so step aside and let me be heroic.

Segun: Is that Awful Syrup you’re pouring in Nill’s mouth?

Prima: I figured he deserves to try it at least once.

Segun: But you always say it’s disgusting. The Masters have to force you to take it.

Prima: It’s way worse than disgusting, repulsive, or any other repugnant word in existence, but it does always make me feel better.

Segun: Because it’s supposed to be able to cure anything. That’s why the silly, old doctor prescribes it to you.

Prima: Yes, yes, and why the Masters make me carry this small bottle around with me all the time. They think I have a habit of eating things I shouldn’t.

Segun: There’s a reason they think that.

Nill: *cough, cough* Oh, so gross!

Segun: Nill, you’re awake!

Nill: I feel like I’m on fire.

Prima: Fire, now there’s an idea, silly little Nill. You made the right choice with destroying the paper, but you shouldn’t have eaten it. You should have breathed fire, like this.

Nill: Sheesh, Prima, don’t make me have to dodge attacks so soon after being resurrected.

Prima: You weren’t dead, just nearly so. The crowd’s interest kept you from completely kicking the bucket.

Now my fans are watching, too, and they like to see me breathe fire. It’s my most favorited mod.

Nill: You know, your fans may think you’re beautiful, but you’re actually a little creepy.

Server: If you are to win, you cannot sit here and stare at those two arguing.

Segun: I know. I just can’t make myself move yet. I thought Nill was dead. I wasn’t going to give up on him, but I wasn’t the one who saved him.

Server: Is it always you who saves the day? Is the heroic tale always about you?

Segun: No, it rarely is.

Server: Yet you feel disappointed.

Segun: I’m not disappointed that Nill’s alive. The opposite, actually. It’s just that this race was supposed to be my chance to shine, and all I’ve done is nearly get Nill killed over and over, and I couldn’t even save him.

Server: The race is not over.

Segun: It would be wrong to hope we all get into danger again just so I can save us.

Server: Peril is to be expected as this race nears its conclusion, whether you wish it or not. Set your conflict aside and present your best effort.

Segun: Don’t tell me what to do, Server. You don’t really care about us! Go away! I don’t want to hear you anymore!

Nill: Segun! Segun, don’t squeeze me so tight! I’ll pop!

Prima: Like a pimple.

Nill: Really, Prima? And come on, Segun, your nose is running on me!

Segun: Sorry.

Prima: Maybe we should give her some Awful Syrup, too.

Nill: You got any cuts or bruises, Segun? The medicine even healed where that monster bit my wing.

Prima: Awful syrup is a panacea.

Nill: Yeah, it fixes everything except the fact that it tastes like diseased foot.

Prima: Well, that’s exactly what it is.

Nill: What?

Prima: Awful Syrup is made from the ground up feet of those with an assortment of ailments.

Nill: Blah!

Prima: You’ve done already swallowed it. Scrubbing your tongue with your sleeve isn’t really going to make a difference. Besides, isn’t this like, you know, a race, where we should not stand around staring at one another?

Nill: The Ser…Segun said all the paths led into the lake. That there’s some tunnel or cave down there, and I’m not going. I’ve already almost died too many times today.

Segun: We have to figure out a dramatic way to get into the underwater tunnel.

Prima: Hmm, well, since your Adaptability stats are high, this should work.

Segun: What are you doing?

Prima: First, using my awesome dragon wings to get some height. Be ready to run after that, because I’m bringing the epic.

Nill: Why do I get the feeling something’s about to explode?

Segun: She’s breathing fire at the lake?!

Nill: That massive stream of flames seems disproportionate to Prima, but I guess she always did have a big mouth.

Segun: Oh I see! She’s parting the water so you don’t have to swim, Nill. Come on.

Nill: I’m not alright with charging into a raging inferno either! Stop dragging me!

Segun: Then run faster.

Nill: Into the fire?!

Segun: Our Adaptability will protect us.

Nill: Your faith in our Adaptability is going to get me killed!

Segun: No, your lack of confidence in your Adaptability will get you killed! The Server said so, that because you believe something is going to kill you, you don’t let yourself adapt. Just for once, trust that you’re amazing, that we both are!

Nill: It’s still incredibly hot!

Segun: But we’re not burning. Hurry, I see the end, and Prima’s just about out of fire.

Nill: She must have known exactly where the tunnel was. Ack, I think that forcefield we just walked through groped my soul or something!

Segun: It’s keeping the water out. I could hear it back on shore. Couldn’t you?

Nill: I don’t have any ear mods…and neither does Prima.

Segun: She claims she can always hear a secret.

Nill: She does have a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient and embarrassing moments, I guess.

Prima: Like when I found you stuck in the Master’s fridge because you were trying to get the cheese they’d hidden in the back corner.

Nill: See, timing. Didn’t you have to swim in here? Why are you dry?

Prima: The forcefield dried me.

Nill: The forcefield’s a pervert.

Segun: Guys, this isn’t a tunnel, it’s a room.

Nill: Please don’t tell me we’re trapped in here.

Prima: Don’t rub your temples like that. It’ll give you wrinkles.

Nill: I don’t care about wrinkles. I care about possibly having to go back through the lake or living out the rest of my short life trapped in a small room with you.

Segun: I think it’s another riddle. Not a very clever one, though. Just a simple, “Will you progress? Y or N”.

Nill: It is written on the ceiling. Maybe it’s supposed to test our observation skills?

Segun: So what do we do, call out yes?

Nill: Think the Y and N are buttons?

Segun: Go touch the Y, Nill.

Prima: Wait! See the numbers carved into the walls?

Segun: What about them?

Prima: They’ve got to be there for a reason. And, genius that I am, I’ve spotted the pattern.

Nill: Does it have anything to do with Y or N?

Prima: Look, the wall across from the forcefield, the first one you’d look at when coming in, says 12 24 32 31.

Nill: The right wall says 3 6 5 4.

Prima: Congratulations, Nill. You can read numbers.

Nill: Hush, I also figured out that the pairs on the first wall add up to the single digits on the second. One and two equals three; two and four equal 6…

Segun: And there’s a 9 on either side of the forcefield doorway! Three and six equal nine, and so do five and four!

Prima: I’m suddenly surrounded by would-be geniuses. Nobody understands how hard my life is.

Nill: Ignoring you.

Segun: The left wall says 18.

Prima: I’m clapping on the inside. Have either of you figured out what that has to do with Y or N?

Nill: One and eight make nine again.

Segun: And nine begins with N.

Prima: Nine also means No in German. So I think the question is a trick. It’s there to lure us into touching the Y, and that will trigger some horrible trap.

Segun: Like this cave collapsing?

Nill: Or giant jellyfish smashing through the walls to wrap us in their stinging strings and slowly melt our flesh off our bones?

Prima: Graphic, Nill, but Segun’s suggestion was more likely.

Nill: The Expert Race likes things more dramatic, remember?

Prima: Oh I remember. Unlike you two, I’ve actually trained for this. Dramatic flair adorns my every movement.

Nill: Okay, I’ve got to admit it takes serious skill to make it look like you’re walking up the wall instead of flying.

Prima: Just one tap of my toe on the N and…

Segun: Why is everything shaking?!

Nill: Ag! The jellyfish are gonna come! Why did I have to open my big mouth and give it ideas?!

Segun: No, the room is rearranging, becoming bigger…

Continued in pt 11- TEN SECONDS LATER

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