A Psalm for the Wild-Built

They’d been a garden monk until the day before, and in that context, their expressions of comfort to the monastery’s visitors came in the form of a healthy foxpaw crawling up a trellis or a carefully pruned rose in bloom.

Sibling Dex stroked a pillow with quiet reverence. “It’s perfect,” they said.

All of the Sacred Six’s symbols were painted on the wagon’s back end, along with a paraphrased snippet from the Insights, a phrase any Pangan would understand.

An object of both practicality and inviting aesthetics.

ral of the Child God Allalae,

Dex and Baskin had been lovers for a time,

But none of these creatures chirped.

We had bastardized constructs to the point that it was killing us.

statement given by the robots’ chosen speaker, Floor-AB #921, in declining the invitation to join human society as free citizens:

we can’t divorce robots from their point of origin.