Educational Endeavour #1
Location: Cuider's tube
Time: Unknown; sometime during growth
Assignment: Your task this week is to create a short essay, no longer than four paragraphs, detailing your favourite activity around the laboratory and why.
Location: Cuider's tube
Time: Unknown; sometime during growth
Assignment: Your task this week is to create a short essay, no longer than four paragraphs, detailing your favourite activity around the laboratory and why.
Cuider
My favorite thing to do here? Well that's simple. Seeing as I'm stuck in what appears to be green ectoplasm, my pastimes are limited. Oh sure, there's the classrooms and the learning and the interacting. But you want to know what I really want to do? I want to run and jump and do everything that I can't do whilst stuck in this contraption.
But there's no use dwelling on the impossible, I suppose. As such, my current favorite activity happens to be sleeping. And growing, because I grow in my sleep. Perhaps the faster I grow, the faster I will be out of this place and out into the real Lab. At least that's my theory for now.
if you must insist on details, I simply close my eyes and calm my mind. Then I slowly doze off and slip into my dreams as my neural activity slows. My dreams vary from day to day. Sometimes I dream about what I look like. That's an odd thought, not knowing what or who I actually am. Other times I dream of open spaces; of legs and air and the rush of exhilaration as I spring down the corridors.
It's an escape into a new world that, for now, exists only in my imagination. And that is why sleeping is currently my favorite activity. Though, I hope, it shall not remain so for long.
But there's no use dwelling on the impossible, I suppose. As such, my current favorite activity happens to be sleeping. And growing, because I grow in my sleep. Perhaps the faster I grow, the faster I will be out of this place and out into the real Lab. At least that's my theory for now.
if you must insist on details, I simply close my eyes and calm my mind. Then I slowly doze off and slip into my dreams as my neural activity slows. My dreams vary from day to day. Sometimes I dream about what I look like. That's an odd thought, not knowing what or who I actually am. Other times I dream of open spaces; of legs and air and the rush of exhilaration as I spring down the corridors.
It's an escape into a new world that, for now, exists only in my imagination. And that is why sleeping is currently my favorite activity. Though, I hope, it shall not remain so for long.

