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As the nearly empty
airship drifted through the infinite void, she slumped back into her chair and
clutched her last scrap of food. It was the second half of a peanut, she had
eaten the first half two days ago with the last of her clean water. Once she
ate this, she'd have nothing left to eat until she was rescued. Unless she got
desperate, but she wasn't ready to go that far yet.
"You know I thought
being alone in the astral sea was supposed to drive you crazy," she told
herself, "but we've been here for months, and nothing's changed. Where are
the dancing elephants and illusions of dead loved ones."
"I guess we're too
smart to go crazy," she replied to herself, "you gonna eat that?"
"Yes, yes I am,"
she guarded the peanut, "get your own."
"Hey, no fighting
you two," another of herself stepped in.
"Tell her to share,
I haven't eaten in days," the hungry her demanded.
"None of us have
eaten in days," the responsible her pointed out, "but she got the
peanut first, so let her have it."
"Victory for me,"
the peanut her ate her prize.
"We're going to
starve out here," the hungry self moaned.
"Maybe we already
are and don't even know it," the peanut self suggested.
"Knock it off,"
the responsible self grabbed the other two's heads, "you'll set a bad
example for the others."
"Wait we're going
to starve?" Another her chimed in, "no, I'm too young to die."
The panicked her began to run circles around the deck.
"See what I mean?"
The responsible her gestured.
"What's this about
starving?" Another self appeared from above, as she hung off the ship's
mast with her legs.
"We're not going to
starve," the responsible self snapped.
"Oh, okay,"
the lookout self retreated to a crow's nest above.
"Let's hope no one else-" The
responsible self began, but was swiftly interrupted by four other selves who
burst onto the deck.
"Starvation, now?"
"I guess this is the end." "Well, at least we'll lose weight."
"I hope you'll die first for that joke!"
"Too late,"
the responsible her rubbed her forehead as a nasty headache began.
"This is your
fault," the peanut self accused.
"Don't try to pass
this off onto me, you ate the last bit of food," the hungry her countered.
The two continued to squabble, but the responsible self didn't even bother to
break them up.
"Oh look, ships,"
the lookout her shouted and pointed over the horizon. Like she said, a fleet of
airships emerged in the distance.
"Let's hope we're not hallucinating this time," the responsible
self stated.
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