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The pearl clicks and a hum is heard in the back, the recording coming out more like a tape recorder.
“Is this working— Oh. I think… Yes- It is.”
He stared at the pearl with an almost blank expression, hearing his voice come back to him through the crunchy audio felt funny. Why does he sound so silly here?
Rustling is heard, a few muffled words, and the pearl stops glowing with another “click”. He wasn't sure why he didn't do this as often, it looks fun, sounds fun at least. Funny, sounds funny too.
He twists the pearl around in his hand, staring at his blurry reflection. Well, of course, he doesn't want to have his little experiment being on here, that would be weird. So he lifts the pearl upwards and brings it over to him, pressing it deep into the cloth of his robe and rubbing it around with the intent to wipe it, which, as expected, doesn't work. He'd have to wipe the contents normally! All he is doing is just scuffing the texture of the pearl with how rough he was.
With a slightly annoyed grumble, much like a child, he pulled the pearl back over to his face and gave it a soft squeeze, focusing on it. This felt funny, very funny. He wasn't used to modifying pearls, and certainly not used to writing content onto them. Bewildered him how some people can just easily print stuff onto them, thousands of them, without much of a thought. And yet here he is staring at his reflection on-
Oh, oops.
He had gotten side tracked and completely forgotten what he was doing, didn't even feel that mental “nudge” to let him know it was done with the process of wiping the pearl. Aaaannnywayss.....
He lowered the pearl, floated it out in front of him as he got comfortable where he stood (because he liked standing more than floating) in his chamber, and raised a hand.
He hears a faint click, and a soft glow come from the pearl, good, and he lowers his arm… Is he too far? What if he is too quiet? Uhm… That's for later to decide on.
“Hello, some future version of me! Or whoever or whatever that managed to take this pearl from my confines! This is my first-of-many entry. I hear these are quite a popular way to burn time, so I…”
He stopped, his voice stretching out into a soft “uhh” as he thinks of what else to say. Say something about deciding to do this?
“… Decided to try it! Yes, of course. It looks fun. I think it's… Fun.”
He took a few seconds, a figurative deep breath.
What else, what else… He could try talking about his day and how he is, simple stuff. Like a little diary, if you may.
“Ah, well… Today has been fine. Cold as always, and my pet is busy with some sort of play date with another of its kind out in the wild. Of course, I'm keeping an eye on them both. It IS on my structure, after all!”
“They don't really do too much out there, they talk and they gather and they usually play around… to the exhaustion of my pet, and overall have a jolly time. He doesn't tell me much about his lanky spotted friend, I don't push on it either. It's not really my place to, is it?”
“Oh,” He chuckles to himself, the thought amusing. “The wonders of… ah- what is a cheesy word to use… uhm. Socialization? That doesn't sound very cheesy. But you get it, me. Or whoever you are.”
“I'll tell my friend about these. Suggest it to him. See what he thinks about making logs… Who knows, we might be blabbering as writers at some point! Oh, that would be fun!”
Another chuckle.
“But, that is all for now. I could go on for about an hour longer, but I don't have anything of substance to talk about here.”
He reached out to the pearl, taking a step forward, and grabbing it gently. He fumbles with it as he tries to get it to stop. Until he remembers. Then, he snickers to himself and gives himself a mental facepalm, raising the pearl up to his face and giving it the classic glare of doom.*
Well, a different glare. He doesn't want to focus on a different thing and then accidentally delete his progress - that's still being recorded-
It finally clicks after he presses a few imaginary buttons…
He huffs, well, the sound comes from him, And he lowers the pearl. Felt oddly better after that, even if it was quite short and bland.
He lifts himself into the air, the metal arm that held him whirring as he floated upwards.
Over to that wall!
And so he goes, the arm leaning forward as he floated on over…
There was a shelf, not very long, made out of a fine wood produced within the few functional greenhouse zones in his city, and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the pale gray of his chamber. It's charming to him, at least.
He sits the now-lightly-tinted pearl on the shelf, a happy chirp coming from him. It was his first ever log! Oh, he's growing up so fast. If only they could've seen him.
But, alas, he had to get back to the various other tasks he assigned himself today. They aren't going to finish themselves, and they certainly are way faster to do than he thinks.
So he brings up a panel, then several, one displaying multiple Overseer feeds from around the outside of his structure, mainly in the city. The other panel being an overview of his can, places to work on, things he was neglecting…
Finally, the last panel was of an inbox, stylized much like those social platforms the population once used.
Ah, perhaps he should get started on those old heat vents around the legs of his structure…