Wednesday August 16, 2006
Narrator:Epilogue: Above Vent City on Planet Wet, somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. . .
Wetian:These goggles are amazing. I can see in the dry!
The Squid:You can trade fish for all manner of similar tools. Now, you see the blackness there, where there are no stars?
Wetian:Yes. It is ominous. It puckers my suckers, and I didn't even know what "stars" were before you came along.
The Squid:Halfway through the fifth Warm-Souther Current, its edges will begin to glow brightly.
Wetian:That is when they will come?
The Squid:The Half-Wet Sky-Princes will build their cities on your shores then, yes.
The Squid:They wish to live among you as friends, and to escort you to the skies.
Wetian:What of the Dry Ones, the Tool-Makers?
The Squid:The Sky-Bear says that they will continue to trade tools for fish.
Wetian:For how long?
The Squid:Until they are willing to shovel sufficient excrement to grow their own food.
Qlaviqlian:Hey, look at that. Seafood.