“I want to go home,” she whispered.
The retired dimension-hopper was napping in a hammock. Travibot woke her up with a soft ding . Elara looked at Mira, then at Travibot, then sighed.
Elara smiled. “Alright, little beetle. Let’s build her a new home.” And so, Travibot did what it always did. It took people where they needed to go. Sometimes that was a battlefield. Sometimes a library. And sometimes, just sometimes, it was straight into the arms of someone who would build a new world for you, from scratch.
Then it led her not to a portal, but to Elara Vex’s old beach.
The problem was, Junction-9 had no official guide.
“You want me to come out of retirement for one more trip, don’t you?”
“Take them where they need to go. Not where they want to go. Where they need to go.”
“I want to go home,” she whispered.
The retired dimension-hopper was napping in a hammock. Travibot woke her up with a soft ding . Elara looked at Mira, then at Travibot, then sighed. travibot
Elara smiled. “Alright, little beetle. Let’s build her a new home.” And so, Travibot did what it always did. It took people where they needed to go. Sometimes that was a battlefield. Sometimes a library. And sometimes, just sometimes, it was straight into the arms of someone who would build a new world for you, from scratch. “I want to go home,” she whispered
Then it led her not to a portal, but to Elara Vex’s old beach. Elara looked at Mira, then at Travibot, then sighed
The problem was, Junction-9 had no official guide.
“You want me to come out of retirement for one more trip, don’t you?”
“Take them where they need to go. Not where they want to go. Where they need to go.”