So Gideon is dead. The fact sends a spike of fear shooting up Palamedes’ spine. He is desperate to ask what happened after his own dramatic departure from Canaan House—had anyone survived? had they killed the lyctor? had anyone else figured out what Palamedes had about lyctorhood? The questions claw at his throat.
But first, he has to explain their situation to Gideon. Doing so could be a matter of life and death—or worse. And for that, he will have to swallow his own curiosity.
“Sit.” Pal waves at one of the tables, then finishes scooping his own ice cream (cookies and cream, in his case). On his way to join her, he passes the cooler of drinks and grabs a bottle of soda. He sets it in the middle of the table and sits down. “Have you ever heard of multiple universe theory? No, probably not. Even on the Sixth, you don’t find many scholars who are interested in it. Two or three philosophers of physics get together every few years and bicker about it, and they call it a conference, if you will believe it.”
He taps the bottle to make the bubbles inside dance. “Simply put, the idea is that our universe, everything we know, everything we could know, is like one of these bubbles. One among thousands, each a separate existence floating through non-existence. With me so far?”
There's definitely a less roundabout way to explain their situation, something like, we're on a boat outside of time and space and sometimes the captain likes to make us kill each other, but Palamedes has always been one to get lost in the details.
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But first, he has to explain their situation to Gideon. Doing so could be a matter of life and death—or worse. And for that, he will have to swallow his own curiosity.
“Sit.” Pal waves at one of the tables, then finishes scooping his own ice cream (cookies and cream, in his case). On his way to join her, he passes the cooler of drinks and grabs a bottle of soda. He sets it in the middle of the table and sits down. “Have you ever heard of multiple universe theory? No, probably not. Even on the Sixth, you don’t find many scholars who are interested in it. Two or three philosophers of physics get together every few years and bicker about it, and they call it a conference, if you will believe it.”
He taps the bottle to make the bubbles inside dance. “Simply put, the idea is that our universe, everything we know, everything we could know, is like one of these bubbles. One among thousands, each a separate existence floating through non-existence. With me so far?”
There's definitely a less roundabout way to explain their situation, something like, we're on a boat outside of time and space and sometimes the captain likes to make us kill each other, but Palamedes has always been one to get lost in the details.