Dorothy and Toto were excited. This would be the first time they'd met another living being. Everything seemed to be functioning properly; both of them realised that neither of them would have known if IT were not.
The semenation pod had replicated, and for the first time the two were walking down a connector to the new pod. If Q were correct, Dot would be able to watch the growth process she had recently enjoyed. Had she known there was 'wrong', she would have been looking forward to seeing Q being wrong.
As she entered the pod, Toto went right, and started sniffing. She walked to the incubator unit and stared down at her First Friend. Sari 中華 Intireina Singh. She seemed sufficient. Cute freckles. Q had been vague about her speech. Toto was at her side now, and he wanted a look. She picked him up and said the words that, albeit unknown to her, would be come The Mantra.
Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
The incubator made stirring, whirring, clicking noises. The cover retracted, and Sari slowly sat up. Neither knew what to say. Toto barked, and started licking the gel off Sari's face.
Teaching a youthful ex-typesetter and humorous-sketch writer to maintain control of one was quite unambiguously a matter of life and death.
Mark Twain: A Life
Powers, Ron
All the Hominids had to do was swim to shore. If the hominids were not animal enough to swim to shore, how much worth saving are they? ❤️
