Ghost found Rhyme shapes very fascinating and asked quite a few questions himself. It was at the least a very short-lived era of human entertainment, and apparently unique to the island Aoba hailed from. He mused idly what sort of body he might have, what he might look like. He mused, too, what type of Allmate he could have been. Then again, he supposed he'd probably look just like himself as an Allmate. Still, to have a human form might have made life easier. Or more complicated, since he wouldn't be quite as mobile or transmat as flawlessly. But if he could design a shell for a Ghost, that allowed humanoid mobility...
Nonsense, he shook himself, returning to more simple conversation topics.
Declan returned about twenty minutes later, floating into Aoba's peripheral vision. Drifting himself over, he tapped the man's shoulder and nodded behind him.
"Come on. There's an observation window down below. I strapped some hammocks to the flooring grates. With the gravity off it'll be just as good as laying down and looking straight up into space," he whispered, leaving Ghost and ren out of it for the moment.
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Nonsense, he shook himself, returning to more simple conversation topics.
Declan returned about twenty minutes later, floating into Aoba's peripheral vision. Drifting himself over, he tapped the man's shoulder and nodded behind him.
"Come on. There's an observation window down below. I strapped some hammocks to the flooring grates. With the gravity off it'll be just as good as laying down and looking straight up into space," he whispered, leaving Ghost and ren out of it for the moment.