There was this weird fly that somehow managed to enter our training room. It was like any ordinary house-fly, and it, ahem, flew pretty normally as well. The only issue was, it just would or could not land right.
And by that, I mean, it landed very badly. Always on it’s back.
Then it spent ages trying to get on its feet.
I set it right the first time. And it promptly flew away. Only to crash land after a bit of normal flight, again onto its back.
This time, a fellow Original set it on its feet. And there was repeatation.
Either it was sick, lost the fluid behind the ear that balances the body or something, or it was drunk. Or maybe aliens were controlling it.
Or maybe, just maybe, someone was really interested in entertaining me.
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Oh, and I also happened to find (actually, it was a friend who passed it to me) a rather big stone-like pebble inside the training room as well. Wonder where that came from! Which reminds me to check if it is still there where I left it last.
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Finally we have machines that are net-enabled in the training room; and I can actually blog live if I want to. How cool is that?