( Week V , Week VII )
Saturday
A week off. It's a mystifying concept. Even as I write this entry, the idea of not working and simultaneously not being down for recharge and maintenance is boggling. Supervisor Querg said I would get used to it, once my logic circuits have readjusted, and gave me a guide book for this part of the Continuum. Celia and I have spent the morning taking turns reading the book and coming up with ideas for exploration. Soon, we will set out into the great unknown without an escort for the first time.
Sunday
The Quergs live in a strange place. Apparently, as custodians of space, time and history, their space is only tangentially connected to the rest of the universe. When we were out exploring yesterday, before we were overcome by the sheer freedom of it all, we saw the Vault of Secret Pages, the Book Maker's Mansion, the five great Stones of Predestiny, and the Cacaphonic Monument to the Indices of the Clomp. What could we possibly do with the remaining days? Throughout, we saw all the Clomps going about their business, in their grand variety of hats and bobbles. There were no neckties. Celia owes me two energon cubes, should we ever return to our old home.
Tuesday
I have rested voluntarily for the first time. It was a strange experience. Apparently, people do this all the time? The Quergs rest by reading a good book, and telling stories about their adventures in and around the time space continuum or their grand Hat Making Village. The people in our old home would relax by grand traditions and rituals, none of which made any sense, and mostly revolved around kicking balls around or spraying fake feathers at the newest celebrities. Today, which stretches abundantly before us, is currently free, and I think it would be a good thing to check on our laundry facility, so recently established.
Wednesday
Someone was lurking outside our laundry building. I watched them lurking. It wasn't a Querg, and it wasn't Celia. Who would want to watch an empty laundry, in between shifts of washing for the Bureau of History? It seems nonsensical, almost as nonsensical as being whisked away to this timeless space beyond that of our old world. Later, once we enter Quergish Day Time, I will approach my supervisor, Querg by name, and tell him about all of this. I'm sure they will be interested. Celia certainly was, and declared me rather brave in my attempt to follow the lurker when they eventually left last night. Sadly, laundry robots aren't designed for stealth or speed and the suspicious surveiller escaped. I worry that Celia is becoming far too effusive in her admiration. Sigh.
Friday
Querg was fascinated by my story yesterday, and security has been upgraded around the Bureau Laundry site. Apparently, it should be impossible for any beings to enter the Querg Continuum uninvited, but his expression was uncertain when he imparted that information, and the jingle of his hat bell muted. Celia and I concluded the last weekday of our holiday with a guided tour of the Hat Making Village, where we saw the famous Head Maker himself. She presented us with a framed illustration of all the hat varieties work by the Quergs, which we will proudly hang in the laundry. The weekend looms, and we will have some time with our maintenance Querg. Hopefully, the lurker will not return.
To be continued...
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