“So what do you think, Hucka Doobie?”
“I think you need to move your hands down a bit,” she joked, making Baker Bloch derez the silly thing he’s uselessly holding.
“You know what I’m talking about,” he replied while smiling. He also changed into his base avatar. Illegitimate son of the famous Space Ghost and, well, we only know his mother as Old Grey in the blog.
“Yes.” Hucka Doobie gets serious, looks at Baker’s new collage more closely. “This is about gynoids. Do you know what a gynoid is?”
“No,” Baker Bloch admitted. “Is it some sort of fruit or seed?”
“It’s a female robot, usually a pleasure bot.”
“Oh.” Baker Bloch turned and looked at the collage as well, at the glossy, red cheeked Anon mask looming in the sky. “Is that…?”
“Yes,” Hucka Doobie answered, knowing what the male Baker was referring to. “This is you (!)”
“Yes,” Hucka Doobie replied quickly again. “This is Wheeler.”
“You and Wheeler are married.”
“Um, nah that’s not correct Hucka. *Axis* and Wheeler are married.”
Hucka Doobie ignored this from Baker Bloch; began to study other parts of the collage. “What is Real, then?”
“Reality.” He waves his arms. “All around us.”
“*This*,” Hucka Doobie declared firmly, “is *not* reality.”
“It is to us,” Baker attempts to defend. Hucka Doobie wasn’t persuaded.
“What about the other parts of the collage?” I continued. “The centipede I believe. Puerto Rico. Obviously this is about Rael. Lamb’s Rael.”
“What is Real?” Hucka Doobie repeated, and left it at that.