Deviation Actions
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This was a piece I started a few weeks back, but I wasn't happy with it, so chucked it in a folder with all my other unfinshed work. But today I had another go, and made some major changes. Pretty happy with it now. Shame the compression loses all the detail.
Canvas Prints of this, and more wil be avaliable VERY soon. So watch this space for more details.
Hope you like?
Matt
I was not going to be able to stop. At least, I'd spotted their village. That's where the girl who had seen him was living.
The man had come to the Center as a pedlar and he knew − somehow - we had lost track of one of our GMBs.
With all these temporary agricultural workers infesting the surroundings of our underground bases, there was no doubt that this news had spread like wildfire among the locals. They, who did not have TV nor network access, only the radio for the most tech-savvy of villages, relied on word of mouth to peddle news which, of course, became exaggerated rumors and often fantastic stories.
It was not surprising, therefore, they would entirely believe such information when it had a fantastic side to them that left so many of ours troubled by their own genetic origins…
I opened the flaps and calculated my trajectory with the intention of encircling the habitat, but it quickly appeared it wouldn't be possible. Instead, I would have to walk back. A quick look at my position, and I evaluated the journey at 3 days of walking through the woods, after nearly a week of aerostat. It wouldn't come all the way up here: the density of the forest was far too important for it to maneuver and wiring me down through the canopy, too risky.
No, I would have to walk back to interview the girl. Apparently, our individual had been seen nearby and if the natives did not attach any importance to what a 12-year old girl could claim to have seen, a peddler had understood the benefit of the information.
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Apologies for not asking your permission beforehand…
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