>>5391431>>5391433Your previous invigorated exertions - all that gesticulating and gesturing, scrawling of equations and jumping up and down, which produced no reaction or response from the Sea - these exertions appear to have unsettled your vision strangely, as if something had been dislodged.
Perhaps it is just perspiration stinging your eyes, but for the merest fraction of an instant, a minor ephemeral optical saccade - you swear you can see a figure in a corridor.
A strangely contorted figure, who appears to be guiding some leashed dogs or hounds of some sort... hounds that seem to bear an almost human-like appearance in proportion of limbs.
And to add to this optical hallucination, you can hear voices too...
-The search with the Fleshers is taking too long. Send for the Spike Head-
>Look QM, I just want to use this supercomputer nanomagnet lightning sea as a toilet. For science! I cannot be stopped! Boldly stride forth completely naked, walk into the Sea and relieve yourself. Nothing and no-one will stop you this time...>Er, there are ladies here? (Write-in something to Lady Sadarnuna and her companion, and the curious synthetic pet deer)>Ask the Lightning Sea a question:>Ask about the Discourse Of Salt And Iron>Ask about the Epithalamion. Is Lady Praxagora getting married? But to whom?>Ask about The Isonomy, the Altar Spire, this mysterious star metal shrine>Ask about some other topic>Oh clearly this is the cyberpunk thing where an armed mercenary assault squad is going to burst into whatever cyber disembodied telepresence thing you are doing right now. It will be very embarassing if they catch you, er, relieving yourself on this supercomputer lightning sea thing, that will be hard to explain. Maybe find a weapon of some kind? Or an escape route, or somewhere to hide? (QM: You can write-in a specific type of weapon, I will try and see if I have something)>Something else? (QM: Unless specifically mentioned otherwise, I will generally accept any write-in!)