"It feels so strange in here," P'nyssa said, rubbing her tens with her mitts briskly."It feels so strange in here," P'nyssa said, rubbing her tens with her mitts briskly. "Empty." "Creepy," I agreed. Our footsteps echoed hollowly down the metallic hallways. "I've never actually been in the Castle when it was empty. Even during construction, it was always in some state of progress with workers somewhere putting it together." She smiled softly and said "It looks pretty good, though." "That it does; Did you see the way they reorganized the commons room?" She nodded. "I don't like it. It doesn't look like children play there." "It's not supposed to look like our house, Nyss. It's supposed to look like what offringers think our house looks like." I snickered darkly. "The price of fame." She nodded, shivering slightly. "Still, it does give me the... creeps." She smiled to me, and we giggled. "If that gives you the creeps," Aaden said, ascending from the gravtube, "you should look at the storage room downstairs." "Why?" P'nyssa asked. "That's where they're storing us." He smiled. "Really?" P'nyssa asked. "The 'droids are here? Let's go take a look." I shrugged, smiling. "Sure, let's go see what we look like." Aaden led us down the gravtube and along a hallway. "Take a look." In the real Shardik Castle, this would have been where we stored the vehicles. Instead, it was presently storage for the morph'droids that would double as us when the tourists came. Aaden went in first and I took up the rear. Inside, there were duplicates of damn near everybody who presently lived at Shardik Castle and not a few of our past friends and relatives. I was surprised to see Kathy Morran among them. Shalla, Paul, Carroll, Ress, Bawr, Nance, Brieanna. |