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Black and blue and white and pink sparks flew from the remains of the shattered, frozen egg that had protected them during their passage as Ohm Zui tumbled to the floor.
“Ba-zoo that hurt!”
The blue creature recovered from their impact with relative grace, propeller whirling to life briefly to allow them to perch upright. Around them, Ohm could see green and brown vegetation crawling over rusted walls and sooted paving stones. The sky above them was dark and grey with smoke, and the abandoned courtyard was illuminated both by a reflected orange glow from some urban area high above, rotating along the great gear it was built upon.
The sight of such a vast mechanism quickly brought about a realisation.
“I’m in heaven. I’m dead and I’ve… no, wait, there’s no one else here. Okay, not dead, just somewhere else. Phew.”
The small tinkerer began to explore the area they had landed in as they began to move, propellor whirring quietly.
“Hmm… signs of craftsbiniship, but also of disrepair. Ooh, a cog! I’ll hang on to that. So probably civilised. And there’s light from that gear in the sky. I wasn’t the only one in that vortex, so I’ll need to keep an eye out for other zoombinis.”
Ohm perched on a low wall, balancing on their propeller as their two flagella picked the cog they’d found out of the grass that had ensnared it and placed it safely in their pack. Once they had secured their cargo, they returned to motion, flying carefully from perch to perch to ascend the building that sheltered their point of arrival.
At the top, Ohm was struck by a blast of heat. Below them, on the opposite side of the building, the space between two enormous teeth lay. A black and orange ocean of half-molten slag churned far below, the light and heat reflected and wafted up between the magnificent tableau of clockwork and engineering that lay before them. Great gears miles in diameter span in steady synchrony, suspended by enormous axles and pipes and frames that intercrossed in an elegant latticework of hard wrought metal. Gearboxes and screw threads channelled the motion between these vast pieces, and interweaved throughout it all jets of steam and superheated gases emerged from the innumerable engines that Ohm could see glistening in the light.
“Zoo-wee... “ they muttered in disbelief and awe. “Zoo-wee… what have you found yourself this time, Ohm Zui?”
“I’ll tell you what I’ve found,” they answered themselves. “I’ve found opportunity! Time to go see if the residents live up to the marvels they live upon.”
With that, the blue amoeboid spun their propeller to life and made a beeline for the twinkling lights of a city at night that danced tauntingly overhead.
“Ba-zoo that hurt!”
The blue creature recovered from their impact with relative grace, propeller whirling to life briefly to allow them to perch upright. Around them, Ohm could see green and brown vegetation crawling over rusted walls and sooted paving stones. The sky above them was dark and grey with smoke, and the abandoned courtyard was illuminated both by a reflected orange glow from some urban area high above, rotating along the great gear it was built upon.
The sight of such a vast mechanism quickly brought about a realisation.
“I’m in heaven. I’m dead and I’ve… no, wait, there’s no one else here. Okay, not dead, just somewhere else. Phew.”
The small tinkerer began to explore the area they had landed in as they began to move, propellor whirring quietly.
“Hmm… signs of craftsbiniship, but also of disrepair. Ooh, a cog! I’ll hang on to that. So probably civilised. And there’s light from that gear in the sky. I wasn’t the only one in that vortex, so I’ll need to keep an eye out for other zoombinis.”
Ohm perched on a low wall, balancing on their propeller as their two flagella picked the cog they’d found out of the grass that had ensnared it and placed it safely in their pack. Once they had secured their cargo, they returned to motion, flying carefully from perch to perch to ascend the building that sheltered their point of arrival.
At the top, Ohm was struck by a blast of heat. Below them, on the opposite side of the building, the space between two enormous teeth lay. A black and orange ocean of half-molten slag churned far below, the light and heat reflected and wafted up between the magnificent tableau of clockwork and engineering that lay before them. Great gears miles in diameter span in steady synchrony, suspended by enormous axles and pipes and frames that intercrossed in an elegant latticework of hard wrought metal. Gearboxes and screw threads channelled the motion between these vast pieces, and interweaved throughout it all jets of steam and superheated gases emerged from the innumerable engines that Ohm could see glistening in the light.
“Zoo-wee... “ they muttered in disbelief and awe. “Zoo-wee… what have you found yourself this time, Ohm Zui?”
“I’ll tell you what I’ve found,” they answered themselves. “I’ve found opportunity! Time to go see if the residents live up to the marvels they live upon.”
With that, the blue amoeboid spun their propeller to life and made a beeline for the twinkling lights of a city at night that danced tauntingly overhead.