"This is your stop crazy lady, please find a different way home." The transport was not pleasant to me, and I was sad. I mean sure I was what seemed like to everyone else talking to myself, but couldn't they have been slightly nicer to me? I mean I'm not actually crazy, I told them that several times which seemed to solidify their opinion I was.
"What a bunch of rude people." Trezlan ever the madness made manifest.
"Please just tell me you are real and I'm not like losing my mind due to some small dose of that neuro drug."
"You know years ago Hanlon used to screw with me by making it seem like he was a manifestation of mine, but I'm real," Trezlan then smiled, "Probably."
Where I had been dropped off was empty. Which made sense they said the colony was mysteriously empty and I didn't push the issue like an idiot. Trezlan who had manifested a bag plopped it down on one of the seats in the lobby clearly not intending on going further.
"So this is as far as you go?"
"Set up home base here, and then explore out, find out what killed these people."
"Or you could just tell me?"
"And spoil the fun? No, I recommend using this as a command center, plenty of food, shelter, you can reinforce sections... just in case mind you, I mean it could have been a space plague that dissolved the bodies."
"Was it a space plague." He laughed.
"I'm not that easy you'll have to try harder."
"God I'm just going to hate every minute of this aren't I?"
Trezlan frowned, "Well I am going to enjoy this, its like a game between grandfather and grand daughter."
"That can kill me."
"All the best games can." Which made me wonder exactly what kind of childhood Trezlan had, if he had one at all.
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