Conversation Space II.

[powersthatbe]

As Thorne shared with the network, Travelers who vanish find themselves alone in a small room. But it doesn’t look quite as described last time. Paper lanterns hang in the corners, and a lemniscate of live, spicily scented blue roses traces a figure eight on the floor. A little marble plinth sits beside the looping roses, with a champagne flute balanced on it, pink, fizzy liquid quietly effervescing within. In place of the throne that was there before, each half of the loop holds a brown leather sphere - a yoga meditation-ball chair. They’re a little tricky to balance on.


The walls, floors, and ceiling are tiled, a prismatic fade from one color to another, each tile unique, just slightly different in hue than those around it, each colored line giving a sense that it belongs to a bigger pattern, but never revealing enough to allow anyone certainty about what that pattern might be. It is only a glimpse of a larger world… in this small, quiet space.

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[powersthatare]

The wolf looks at him again for a long, silent moment, and slowly the light in the room shades to silver blue, the lanterns glowing, bright spheres barely confined behind their paper screens. There is a wet, tearing sound, and the wolf's fur begins flattening into pearlescent white slime, the wolf shuddering beneath it...

The process lasts nearly a minute, and looks both painful and aesthetically unpleasant. But at the end of it, it is not a wolf who stands before Daneel.