NanoSteps -- the brainstorming thread

[Bob Schroeck]

Of all the places to find myself after a gate transition, aboard a train was far from the weirdest. Still, there was definitely something odd in the air. I could feel it, almost twisting, as I tried to extricate the bike from what seemed to be some rather choice furniture that it'd gotten jammed up in. After a minute or so, though, the feel had gone from noticeable to fingernails-on-chalkboard annoying, and I peered out between the slats of the car walls to see what I could see.

Say, Norway, I don't recognize this one, and if you added an ID later in the thread, I've missed it. Can you clue me in? Thanks.

The kid gave me lazy, irritated look. "May I ask why you tried to kill my head butler?"

Likewise, Azunth.

The single strangest thing about this place -- room? world? -- wasn't the featureless gray-white sky and floor that stretched to the horizon as far as I could see. It wasn't the lack of a visible light source or even of a shadow underneath me.

And Shay Guy, is this the world of the Internet Oracle?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.