“I have reservations about reconciling a quantum
mechanics thought experiment with Egyptian mythology. More importantly, what
possible threat could superpositioned cats pose?”
The Badger scrunched up his face “and how did that involve the plant exploding? and what about the cemetary?”
I shrugged “No, that was from the pallet of bombs the pengi had left out from Exploding Yak Day, and don’t worry about the cemetary, it’s in good hands.”
We were at the air tower, overseeing the pengi as they loaded the Oroboros.
“but what are you going to do now? what am I going to do?”
“take an extended vacation? I hear Armada’s nice this time of year, you should see it at least once.”
“but badgers aren’t meant to swim, anyway.”
“well, go visit the undercity then, it’s got dirt, badgers like dirt don’t they? “
“bah, I’d rather just get drunk”
Te Badger wandered off, waving hi claw dismissively, as I returned my focus to the pengi, watching #41 kick and warble at a delicate peice of equiptment, most the laboratory apparatuses were going to Harbor Landing for now, I had already taken the Oroboros out of storage, it’s living quarters would suffice for now on my travels.
Leaving the pengi to finish packing, I headed to the Gangplank to make sure I was well stocked on supplies, while musing how the pengi had odd holiday traditions.
((not ‘leaving’ Babbage, just will be off and on alot while I work on some things in RL, and Happy Krampus))