Yes…..? Who are you?
I’d give you one of my pinkies if I had one
…. um, thanks… I’m good.
Fair enough. Humans do have a thing about body parts
A little bit, yeah.
Why is that by the way?
Uh… because they’re ours? I don’t… I’m not sure how to explain it.
Yes…..? Who are you?
I’d give you one of my pinkies if I had one
…. um, thanks… I’m good.
Fair enough. Humans do have a thing about body parts
A little bit, yeah.
Yes…..? Who are you?
I’d give you one of my pinkies if I had one
…. um, thanks… I’m good.
Yes…..? Who are you?
Really? Huh… Most of the rocks around here were just rocks that magically gained sentience… They can do actual music?
Yeah, they sing. Telepathically, I think. Though I’m not sure – I don’t have instruments to register telepathy.
I actually speak telepathically. Its usually pretty difficult for humans to tell, but if they are made out of rocks they probably don’t have vocal cords? probably
They could also be vibrating, since I can actually record their music. But I have trouble identifying their composition. I can’t exactly just break them apart, you know?
Maybe you could just ask them? Have you tried?
Yeah, but they don’t know much about geology.
Huh… But did you ask if you could have a sample of them?
Yeah, try asking if you could have someone’s pinky. Or their hair. At the very least, it’s weird. I’m working on non-invasive avenues like X-rays and MRI scans and the like.
Yes…..? Who are you?
Really? Huh… Most of the rocks around here were just rocks that magically gained sentience… They can do actual music?
Yeah, they sing. Telepathically, I think. Though I’m not sure – I don’t have instruments to register telepathy.
I actually speak telepathically. Its usually pretty difficult for humans to tell, but if they are made out of rocks they probably don’t have vocal cords? probably
They could also be vibrating, since I can actually record their music. But I have trouble identifying their composition. I can’t exactly just break them apart, you know?
Maybe you could just ask them? Have you tried?
Yeah, but they don’t know much about geology.
“Well, you have to stay because I’m staying here,” Carlos said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, it’ll be fun – there’s loads of activities here – I’m sure you’ll find something to like!”
“Dios mio, how old is that thing?” Maria whispered. It looked older than the tv at their Abuela’s house and that was sayinging something.
“Why, it’s been here since I was a camper here at Camp Campbell!” David told her, eyes becoming far away and starry. “Our wonderful founder Cameron Campbell bought it himself. Oh, if only he could be here now. But he’s off adventuring and not hiding from government officials.”
“Riiiiight…” Maria trailed off as she looked up to the man and then back to Carlos. “So.. camp tour?”
“In a minute – after the… is that really a laserdisk?” Carlos suddenly asked, watching Gwen pick up the round vinyl-like object.
“Yeah,” Gwen said as she opened the player. “One of the only things that still works here…”
She put the disk in and turned on the TV. But when the disk started to spin there was suddenly a low grinding noise and a couple of sharp snaps before the disk stopped moving. Gwen stared at the player in disbelief and opened it to pull out the disk. However, when she picked up the disk, half of it broke off and fell to the ground with a shatter.
“Yikes,” the girl said with a small wince. That thing had to have been super old.
“Well let’s get on with the tour shall we?” David said, quickly ushering Maria and Carlos along outside.
Carlos frowned at the laser disk in sadness – he actually wanted to experience watching a laser disk, since some people didn’t get that opportunity. But he stuck near Maria as they headed outside.
That last statement Gwen had made seemed kind of foreboding, but Carlos wasn’t going to admit it – he wasn’t going to give Maria more excuses to leave.
Yes…..? Who are you?
Really? Huh… Most of the rocks around here were just rocks that magically gained sentience… They can do actual music?
Yeah, they sing. Telepathically, I think. Though I’m not sure – I don’t have instruments to register telepathy.
I actually speak telepathically. Its usually pretty difficult for humans to tell, but if they are made out of rocks they probably don’t have vocal cords? probably
They could also be vibrating, since I can actually record their music. But I have trouble identifying their composition. I can’t exactly just break them apart, you know?
Yes…..? Who are you?
Really? Huh… Most of the rocks around here were just rocks that magically gained sentience… They can do actual music?
Yeah, they sing. Telepathically, I think. Though I’m not sure – I don’t have instruments to register telepathy.
Yes…..? Who are you?
Why do you assume I killed them? I haven’t killed anyone in this camp? I think I said that already?
Then what are you doing handling the dead?
Nobody else is willing to move them, and what am I supposed to do, leave rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere? That’s how you get plagues. Well…not really… But you get what I mean!
Where do they even come from?
People die relatively often, usually something to do with Anons actually, and they don’t usually come back to their original mangled bodies, but to a nice unbroken new one.
… Gross.
Yup. Imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t move the bodies? All that rotting decomposing flesh everywhere?
Anons need to not do the things they do.
True, but you can’t stop them. At least they stopped making people go on murder sprees.
eugh…I didn’t even know they were doing that.
Used to be fairly common. And at least random objects aren’t being brought to life anymore… I wonder what happened to the Rock Kingdom?
I don’t know if I want to know. *Carlos is torn between confusion and mild disgust. He wasn’t sure how to react.*
I know Hattie is still around, we play Poker occasionally. I honestly don’t know how they beat me, I cheat my ass off every time.
Hattie? I don’t know who that is.
They used to be a hat. Now they are not.
Uh, okay? I’ve seen just as weird things… we have rock people in Night Vale. I’m actually manager of a Literal Rock Band at the moment, though they’re taking a hiatus right now.
Yes…..? Who are you?
Why do you assume I killed them? I haven’t killed anyone in this camp? I think I said that already?
Then what are you doing handling the dead?
Nobody else is willing to move them, and what am I supposed to do, leave rotting corpses and blood stains everywhere? That’s how you get plagues. Well…not really… But you get what I mean!
Where do they even come from?
People die relatively often, usually something to do with Anons actually, and they don’t usually come back to their original mangled bodies, but to a nice unbroken new one.
… Gross.
Yup. Imagine how much worse it would be if I didn’t move the bodies? All that rotting decomposing flesh everywhere?
Anons need to not do the things they do.
True, but you can’t stop them. At least they stopped making people go on murder sprees.
eugh…I didn’t even know they were doing that.
Used to be fairly common. And at least random objects aren’t being brought to life anymore… I wonder what happened to the Rock Kingdom?
I don’t know if I want to know. *Carlos is torn between confusion and mild disgust. He wasn’t sure how to react.*
I know Hattie is still around, we play Poker occasionally. I honestly don’t know how they beat me, I cheat my ass off every time.
Hattie? I don’t know who that is.
The Perfect Scientist 