Thinking: I miss sunshine.
Arnulf (thinking): I miss people who know more than just one card game.
Pine (thinking): I miss fresh meat. Fresh vegetables. Fresh anything.
Annie (thinking): If I could just hear one word from anyone outside this cave . . .
(DING)
(brrrring!)
(DING)
(deedily deedily deedily)
(HEY! You just met me! And this is cuckoo! But here’s my callsign! So ping me, won’t you? )
(DING)
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Would it have been better or worse if the ringtone was:
“You used to call me on your crystal
Mornings when you need my love
Call me on your crystal
Mornings when you need my love
I know when that gemstone ping
That can only mean one thing”
That’s it, someone hand me my hammer!
I believe in the hotel business we call this a wake up call.
I’m not sure which is more absurd: that a single hole to the outside was all they needed for a phone signal; that they have the equivalent of Call Me Maybe (and that it’s even dumber than ours), or that there are cuckoos in Ceannis.
I’ll take “Pop Song Paradox” for $400, Alex.
Mata mentioned that he was going to be out of range soon last update. I think Mata pinged all of the comm crystals in range of his to get their attention.
Possibly to get their attention, but also possibly to get an idea of where next to direct the drilling to recover the bodies. The folks on the surface don’t yet know that there are any survivors at all.
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