When I was first restored to my gene-mother, or she to me, after her Transition, she bathed me in the lullabies of the Inhabitants, waves of warmth. I understood she was different, as I was. The Shipwright had explained it to me, but I knew it in my own person. I was Spider now, the weaver of webs, and I showed her all the knots I had learned. I knotted models of various crystal structures, playing with tensions as bond-strength, setting vibrations going; I designed musical instruments. One must amuse oneself, Laila-Istvan had said to me many times when I was little.
That was the first lesson I learned as a child: there is no such thing as boredom if you are paying attention.
So some claim I’m bored, but really I am constantly looking for things to pay attention to.
The narrator is Taryn the Outlander. From character interviews for the Ship’s Heart universe.
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