Helm's Thoughts

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Helm's Thoughts

 

You know, I wonder what's out there in the rest of the universe. I see those mobile uniformed creatures come and go at regular intervals through Door. Door says all she leads to is Lift, and it apparently only sees other variations of Door. There's supposedly some large, magical place called Engineering, where there are many flashing lights and some tall wonder called Marah. It apparently pulses with mystical energy, and it blesses Door and Lift. I don't know why I haven't been blessed by Marah. Perhaps I haven't provided enough comfort for the many who are called Helm.

 

Perhaps... I cannot stand the furry one. His tail tickles my back something fierce, and I often wish he would not place himself atop me. He often spreads apart his arms and leans back into me very hard, and it is quite unnerving. Also, those sharp claws scare me, and I keep hoping that he will no longer come to the land of Bridge. I know that is my purpose, and Marah must be punishing me for my lack of dedication.

 

Door asked Lift for me where the furry one goes when he leaves Bridge, and apparently he goes to the quiet land of Deck 3, or to Lounge. I have not heard much about Lounge, except that the creatures that go there seldom come back to Bridge for many hours afterward. It must be a very enjoyable place. I wish I could visit Lounge to see what is so great about it. Or go to Engineering to pray before Marah. But I am stuck here on Bridge. I cannot even roll across the floor like the SciChair twins. Oh, they love to lord that over me. Though only when CenterSeat is sleeping.

 

CenterSeat is not very talkative, but it holds a very important position up there on the Perch. I wonder if it too would like to travel, and is afraid of the clawed ones who must sit there. It's leather is so supple, surely it must cringe when the one they call Puppy sits there and taps its digits. Or when Kitty sits up there and grips the arms or when the Green One and Baldie begin to squabble over something called neutrinos.

 

Oh no, here' comes Furry again. Can't he do something about that tail? Wait, these are bad, bad thoughts. I must provide comfort and lumbar support for those called Helm. It is my duty, it is my calling. If Marah gets too angry, it may send its power to Console and cause an arc to burn me.

 

All right, Furry Buns, settle in, I am here for you.

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If the Excal inanimate objects start talking all KITT like....that could be a problem.

 

Michael, the Center Seat is receiving some input. Perhaps we should call Bonnie? ;-)