Tonight, [Val says, from the top bunk,] let us try a new game.
[He likes this windmill. He has said it a few times: its gears and mechanisms, its inner workings. Already he has made a few sketches, which are unlikely to be of any real use to him in his work, but one never knows. An underappreciated structure, the windmill. What might a real mind make of it?
Their room is very small and very narrow, and alive with the rhythms of the windmill. There are two windows, barely more than notches, one for the top bunk and one for the bottom bunk, and the regular whoosh of the great blades going by are a kind of comfort. And if you are on the bottom bunk, you can hear the creaking and grinding of the bevel wheel, going around and around and around below the floor--and if you are on the top bunk, you can hear the turning of the shaft, which is turning the bevel wheel, everything interconnected and symbiotic.
Val puts his head over the side of the bunkbed so he is looking down at Lazar.]
closed to Lazar
[He likes this windmill. He has said it a few times: its gears and mechanisms, its inner workings. Already he has made a few sketches, which are unlikely to be of any real use to him in his work, but one never knows. An underappreciated structure, the windmill. What might a real mind make of it?
Their room is very small and very narrow, and alive with the rhythms of the windmill. There are two windows, barely more than notches, one for the top bunk and one for the bottom bunk, and the regular whoosh of the great blades going by are a kind of comfort. And if you are on the bottom bunk, you can hear the creaking and grinding of the bevel wheel, going around and around and around below the floor--and if you are on the top bunk, you can hear the turning of the shaft, which is turning the bevel wheel, everything interconnected and symbiotic.
Val puts his head over the side of the bunkbed so he is looking down at Lazar.]
We throw rocks at the blades.
[He is a great Riftwatch agent.]