[From his perch on a tree that leans so far horizontally as to make a decent bench, 9S swings his legs. He doesn't know whether design or accident has left this particular example of plant life in such a state, but he's accustomed to trees that towered so high they clung to and wove through buildings]
Bob. You know, this big fish we're all on now.
[It's a strange thing, being on an organism so vast. Nothing in his world, nor the records he has access to, was nearly so large as the creature they've found themselves roving along the back of, scarcely the size of insects to a being of such proportions]
He said to call him that, anyway.
[That was it, that was 9S' one question. He's gotten enough existential crises out of his short life that asking a giant ancient fish anything at all hadn't tempted him to pose any deep, philosophical inquiries.
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Bob. You know, this big fish we're all on now.
[It's a strange thing, being on an organism so vast. Nothing in his world, nor the records he has access to, was nearly so large as the creature they've found themselves roving along the back of, scarcely the size of insects to a being of such proportions]
He said to call him that, anyway.
[That was it, that was 9S' one question. He's gotten enough existential crises out of his short life that asking a giant ancient fish anything at all hadn't tempted him to pose any deep, philosophical inquiries.
Besides, isn't it nice to be addressed properly?]