Words of the Constant
I remember you.
These can be recycled.
It can have a second chance or its parts can give one.
I wonder if it remembers.
Always in the way!
I remember you.
What will they think of next?
I'd love to take it apart and see how it ticks.
Gears and wires and sprockets, oh my!
I don't like being stuck.
Hmm, a shortcut to terraformation?
I know what this does...
Ahead of his time.
How did this glove come to be?
It's no longer a projection.
Someone must have left these in a hurry.
Someone must have a lot of time on their hands.
You, sir! There's a few things I'd like to discuss with you...
Do you think I have all the time in the world for your schemes?
Off he goes.
His tools are quite interesting.
Is it a temporal projection? Planar? I wish he'd answer my questions!
Maybe I could take a peek at his notes... oh botheration, it won't open!
That must be one of the tools he's looking for.
Maybe if I return his tools he'll be more inclined to speak with me.
Well that's ominous.
Well that's ominous.
Well that's ominous.
Fancier, but no less ominous.
Nothing like a walking stick to add some pep to one's step.
It's just a wall, nothing more than that.
I'd better get it set up, no time to waste.
I probably should have seen this coming.
I'm sure it'll fare better than last time.
These walls always seem to catch fire at the most inopportune moments.
I'd like to see anything break through that! Actually no, I wouldn't.
I feel safer already.
New and old at the same time... did I just create a paradox?
How extravagant!
It feels sturdy enough.
Hope it keeps us safe.
Hope it keeps us safe.
It's not going anywhere anytime soon.
A design from long ago.
Stone is a very tried and true building material.
Next time I'll use something less flammable.
Not exactly inviting, is it?
The sooner I can get it built, the better I'll feel.
He's a mean old thing.
It still smells like walrus.