Two noticed that, looking at the baby with one eyebrow quirked into his fringe. This one's smart.
"Well, I'm afraid we're rather separate from the nursery, now," he said. We should reach the Earth in question relatively soon, in fact." He made the mistake of straying a hand too near the baby and it now has one of his fingers in a strong robotic grip.
"Fortunately we can still traverse realities," Three mused.
"Never did find out why my later selves can't. They won't tell me," Eight added.
"Or any of us," Two put in, trying to free said finger. How do you tickle the hand of something that has no tactile sense?
"Oh, well, it's probably for a good reason, hmm?" Five put in. Yes. Yes, it is. A very good reason.
And even if there were room for discussion, the console made a soft, musical plong sound.
"Ah. There we are, we've landed," Five said. Reactivating the scanner, they all looked out at a view of ... twentieth-century America.
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Date: 2007-04-11 03:10 am (UTC)"Well, I'm afraid we're rather separate from the nursery, now," he said. We should reach the Earth in question relatively soon, in fact." He made the mistake of straying a hand too near the baby and it now has one of his fingers in a strong robotic grip.
"Fortunately we can still traverse realities," Three mused.
"Never did find out why my later selves can't. They won't tell me," Eight added.
"Or any of us," Two put in, trying to free said finger. How do you tickle the hand of something that has no tactile sense?
"Oh, well, it's probably for a good reason, hmm?" Five put in. Yes. Yes, it is. A very good reason.
And even if there were room for discussion, the console made a soft, musical plong sound.
"Ah. There we are, we've landed," Five said. Reactivating the scanner, they all looked out at a view of ... twentieth-century America.