“What’s in here boy? This viney cave?”
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“Ever heard of Dickey Trace?” I ask her when I wake up.
“The detective?”
“Kind of.” I paused to look over at her. My lovely [delete name]. “Well. I went to his sim in my dream.”
“Dickey *Trace*?” she realized when fully waking herself beside me. “That’s… not right.”
“No,” I agreed. It *wasn’t* right.
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Apes, he noted in his yellow banana way. And over there: the cave Eddy sighted the other day in late April’s May. Sometime — hard to keep track of time over here. The apes are trying to tell me something in their grunting, howling ways. Maybe just to leave this corner of their territory and get the heck out of Dodge? No, he determined, looking into their faces and seeing something subtly intelligent above and beyond the primitive rage. A more nuanced message. I’m on the right track! he understood, yellow light bulb going off over top of his head to make his outfit even more bananas. They’re encouraging me! Sweeet. But I still probably shouldn’t try to pet them or be their friend.
Now to check out the water funnels, starting with that island over there. tbc
