He gestured toward the mountains of waste with enthusiasm that suggested he was displaying gold rather than dung.
"Extremely helpful in growing and nurturing herbs. The compression process concentrates the life-giving properties while eliminating the less useful aspects."
He began listing names with the casual expectation that they would mean something. "You can sort it into small compartments and bring it to Creatures Nezan, Digoxin, Yewa..."
Each name was spoken with familiarity that suggested long association, relationships that had persisted through epochs Noah couldn't imagine.
But…
Sorting shit?!
Noah's eyes flickered with an expression that went beyond disbelief into something approaching existential insult!
His second journey to the Earliest Folds, his accumulation of power that defied reason, his survival of beings that shouldn't exist…all to become a dung organizer?
"…"
