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I appreciate my coworker so much. He really embraces the philosophy of “Yes, and”. Just this morning I opened a box of paper and he craned his head over my shoulder and said in a peculiar voice, “Ahhh, bio-fuel for the worm fleet!”
I don’t know what that means but I am very glad I don’t have to bear the responsibility of saying weird shit all by myself.
I’m so interested in the fiction of the improv we are creating together. Are we for or against the worm fleet? Do we command it, or are we lowly human officers checking supplies? Are we spies sneaking in to poison the worm fleet’s food? Is the worm fleet a naval or spacefaring force? Are the worms privateers? Are there worm pilots? Are they big worms or little worms, or parasitic superintelligent brainworms that pilot human bodies but need special fibrous biofuels to survive? Are they just regular earthworms being sent to their deaths in an ill-advised experimental crusade? Is it an experimental mission? Are we terraforming an alien world with fertile soil?
UPDATE: I saw him again and he steepled his fingers together and said “the invasion of the homeworld is coming along” in a creepy voice. Are we invading the worm-world? Are they invading ours? Are we using the worms to invade a completely different world? It sounds like we’re pro-invasion either way. I’m definitely leaning towards superintelligent worm parasites now, but I have so many more questions…
Leave an Animorphs book on his desk and see if he freaks out.
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