|A Querulous Quest - the first book in the Tullgotha series.|
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Instantly the confines of the data room were replaced with the virtual freedom of the visualisation interface that Foby 1 had so deftly connected to the head set. Here you could arrange raw data into 3D representations. The efficient one had chosen to display his source material as a tangle of glowing strands. They looked like jellyfish tentacles undulating and waving in the flow of some unseen current.
Foby 1's on-screen representation of himself wandered among the strands and filaments examining each and searching for who-knows-what. Smart little oik.
3124b pretended also to be interested in what he saw. As he gazed around at the luminous forms he realised that they were actually quite beautiful in a weird kind of way. They reminded him of nerve systems or drifting seaweed, tapering tubes that gently curved and flexed. He found himself meandering among the threads admiring their hypnotic currents. One area caught his attention with its effulgent colour. He went closer peering at an unexpected movement inside one of the tubes, and could make out tiny representations of figures and places there within. Was that himself ...
"Stay with me, can you do that?" The suddeness of the voice made 3124b start. Him!
"Look here," the object of his annoyance broke the silence in a commanding tone. He was standing before the computer system in the data section. "Find the data streams for any subjects even remotely involved with your project whilst I set up the relevant interfaces."
"Its voice is even more irritating! Listen to it." 3124b grumbled inwardly as he sat at the controls.
Noticing that Elmo 3124b wasn't pressing anything Foby 1 paused, "Is there a problem?" he enquired with authoritative helpfulness.
"No there is not," 3124b answered, adding silently and scathingly under his breath, "Foh Be."
“This is it! This is it!” Elmo wailed backing away into the chamber pushing Holi along with him. Gum however, had taken stock of the situation and decided that anything in Elmo’s slight form would be easy enough to deal with. He bore down on the creature demanding, “What are you? What do you...” But he didn’t get to complete his question as the creature leapt at his head, clawing at his face.
Since Heather stood in the doorway now blocking Roan’s view of this assault, Roan turned spun back to the dust membrane and wildly swiped at it, meaning to part it like a big cobweb hoping to provide a means of escape - instantly everything went pitch black. Each one shot out their hands, feeling for one another.
"You still there?" came Roan's voice.