KR 1.6

J'eus à peine le temps de poster mon invitation à Sophie qu'une enveloppe enflait devant moi, m'informant de l'arrivée d'un message : H2O tenait à me rappeler que je n'avais toujours pas répondu à la partie "Organisation de notre société" du questionnaire d'arrivée. Je beuglai : "Anarchie non participative" sur les pixels, à la suite de quoi ceux-ci se décomposèrent en fractales psychédéliques pour se réorganiser en mots jaune citron sur fond vert. La phrase "Participez à notre grand concours" s'effaça pour laisser apparaître la suite : "Nous avons besoin de vous, Ylan, pour imaginer le slogan qui définira le mieux notre grande aventure ! Celui ou celle dont la formule sera choisie se verra attribuer un privilège envié de tous !!!"

ABe 1.6

I was taking in my room (I almost wrote "surveyed" but that seems preposterous, given the circumstances) when a blur appeared in the air then settled into a faceless smile before I could say anything witty.

— You gotta be kidding me!

— Hello again, Byron Eldritch Clamorgan, a furry voice said, literally out of the dark blue. I'm glad you made it to the Haniwa.

ABe 1.5

I have no luggage per se, which is why I was surprised to receive a notice to go and reclaim it at Bay YB-16 - wherever that was.

I was surprised again when I realized that my notebook had disapeared from my rear pocket. That was particularly awkward as I had never taken it out. It was still unwritten. Who knows? Maybe that kind of article has an enormous value already. Or it is bound to have soon, and someone has already speculated on this.

It was not a serious loss, to put it mildly. But in some corner of my head, I knew I was entitled to look out for people with too many pens and crayons. It was not the kind of incident that could prevent me from staying aboard the Haniwa.

The next move was to find a place to settle down. I wanted to build one with my own hands, actually, although it seemed sensible to wait after the Launching. I went to Barracks XT-14, as shown, and billetted myself to a two-room flat, on ground level.

SQ 1.7

Finalement, j’avais tort de m’affoler. À peine le temps de me retenir de justesse de me pisser dessus, le mur pare-tout s’élève. Une annonce résonne, à voix calme mais titanesque, genre Dieu annonçant les Révélations pour tout de suite :

AUCUNE BRÈCHE À SIGNALER DANS HANIWA. JE RÉPÈTE : AUCUNE BRÈCHE À SIGNALER DANS HANIWA. VEUILLEZ REGAGNER VOS QUARTIERS, ON VOUS CONVOQUERA ULTÉRIEUREMENT. JE RÉPÈTE : …