[ The only other sunbeam Gray has touched has been her own, so in that sense she's also been been a bird -- but the differences between her world and D's are large enough to mesmerize her from inception. The little village living like a weed sprouting through the cracks, at least, is familiar; her village was much the same. Stubborn but content, surviving on the scraps of the earth as a matter of course.
The familiarity only declines from there. Broken down highways like she'd only see in a movie, though the movies of her time couldn't hope to capture the same weight of abandonment. Before she knows it she's in a new place, in a city closer to fantasy than her early 21st century understanding of a city. As she surmised, there are the flying cars... It's a mindblowing sight, yet she's used to having her mind blown -- so though she naturally feels awe, curiosity reigns as she tries in vain to absorb all of the overwhelming detail below her.
Too soon, she's pulled out of the vision. She blinks the ghost of it away from her eyes, feels her feet back beneath her.
Even if that world were a snapshot of the future of Gray's, she can't say she feels especially sentimental or connected to it. Not any more than she'd be connected to a city in the United States. But still it paints a picture of resilience that feels tangibly human -- for better or worse, clinging to life in opposition to nature.
She looks back to D, offers his sunbeam back with a refreshed view of him. D....... still looks like an odd duck in the context of his own world. But Gray probably looked like an odd duck in hers too. ]
I saw... I think there were cannons on the rooftops. What were those for?
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The familiarity only declines from there. Broken down highways like she'd only see in a movie, though the movies of her time couldn't hope to capture the same weight of abandonment. Before she knows it she's in a new place, in a city closer to fantasy than her early 21st century understanding of a city. As she surmised, there are the flying cars... It's a mindblowing sight, yet she's used to having her mind blown -- so though she naturally feels awe, curiosity reigns as she tries in vain to absorb all of the overwhelming detail below her.
Too soon, she's pulled out of the vision. She blinks the ghost of it away from her eyes, feels her feet back beneath her.
Even if that world were a snapshot of the future of Gray's, she can't say she feels especially sentimental or connected to it. Not any more than she'd be connected to a city in the United States. But still it paints a picture of resilience that feels tangibly human -- for better or worse, clinging to life in opposition to nature.
She looks back to D, offers his sunbeam back with a refreshed view of him. D....... still looks like an odd duck in the context of his own world. But Gray probably looked like an odd duck in hers too. ]
I saw... I think there were cannons on the rooftops. What were those for?