Anti-matter? As in the opposite of... Anything that exists?
[ He frowns, digesting the concept. This concept is something far beyond Midnight's comprehension, but only because it's not an idea he's encountered in all his books. (Space travel and concepts of astrophysics and particle physics are in their very infancy in Terra... once again, there are some very specific obstacles in the way.)
But a world plagued by human memory... Midnight isn't aware of it yet, but the Catastrophes of Terra do bear certain similarities to the dangers of the Pale. ]
You're correct, though. The sky aside, the next assumption I had about this place was that it too was mobile. The idea that we may be fully landbound in such a metropolitan area... That was quite a lot for me to consider. Still is, if you'll allow me some honesty.
Still... [ Midnight takes a sip of his liquor, then pulls the bottle to him for another fifth. ] I'd say that, given the shape of this world, in that we're trapped within certain impassable boundaries... I believe the only terrestrial obstacles we have is the ocean, and that which lies underneath the waves. Catastrophes and hot zones aside, we've full reign of the land. To be fully trapped into a space... No wonder you lot call them isola. Those are some terrible obstacles, not something one overcomes lightly.
[ Not that he'd ever bothered with thinking about Catastrophes outside the occasional migration lockdown. His life had revolved around... other things. ]
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[ He frowns, digesting the concept. This concept is something far beyond Midnight's comprehension, but only because it's not an idea he's encountered in all his books. (Space travel and concepts of astrophysics and particle physics are in their very infancy in Terra... once again, there are some very specific obstacles in the way.)
But a world plagued by human memory... Midnight isn't aware of it yet, but the Catastrophes of Terra do bear certain similarities to the dangers of the Pale. ]
You're correct, though. The sky aside, the next assumption I had about this place was that it too was mobile. The idea that we may be fully landbound in such a metropolitan area... That was quite a lot for me to consider. Still is, if you'll allow me some honesty.
Still... [ Midnight takes a sip of his liquor, then pulls the bottle to him for another fifth. ] I'd say that, given the shape of this world, in that we're trapped within certain impassable boundaries... I believe the only terrestrial obstacles we have is the ocean, and that which lies underneath the waves. Catastrophes and hot zones aside, we've full reign of the land. To be fully trapped into a space... No wonder you lot call them isola. Those are some terrible obstacles, not something one overcomes lightly.
[ Not that he'd ever bothered with thinking about Catastrophes outside the occasional migration lockdown. His life had revolved around... other things. ]