A Phone Call Is Made

[velesdonnersen]

Open Phone Call

 [He's suspicious and well past grumpy, now, and a little worried...but he's also noticed that he's not alone. There are people who seem not to fit, like him. So he's going to try to figure this out...]

Hello?  Hello?

Is anyone else out there? Anyone else stuck from someplace else, like me?

The clothes are strange, the houses filled with ugly furniture, the locals all seem to be Muses... slow, dull Muses.  I can't remember how I got here, and I  have no idea what this is all about.

 

My "wife" says we have a car, but every time I try to figure it out I get a headache...and my spark seems to be gone.  Which is... disturbing.

 

I'm Tarvek.  Tarvek Sturmvoraus.  "Prince," if it matters to anyone.

 

And I'd really like a few answers.

 

[Anyone listening can hear him grumbling and muttering under his breath, huffing, "I feel like such an idiot talking into this thing...."]

 

Comments

[velesdonnersen.livejournal.com]

[Dry amusement]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Royalty was as common as hen's eggs back in Europa, too -- and about as highly valued.

Muses are mechanical beings -- a particular sort of being that is more than a machine, if sometimes less than a person: created,rather than born. They have intelligence, but it is often limited by the design and organization of the creator, or by the nature of the information and commands placed in the cognitive system. The natives here remind me of rather passive, low-intelligence muses. I've been wondering if they're not also created, and created to be less than brilliant.