Deceitful Bloom stormed off.
Before leaving, she somehow produced a carrot from who knew where and hurled it at BS Rita with all her strength.
Ash Inspector: [You were talking about me.]
StarseaPrisoner: "Stop exposing everything. And stop analyzing everything."
Ash Inspector: [I can stop exposing things. But analysis is my nature.]
Fair enough.
Rita wasn't really in a position to set rules for a B80 she'd only known for nine days.
Holding the carrot, she fell into thought.
A serious question had occurred to her.
Why did B80 remember absolutely nothing about the past?
Or had it divided all of its programs apart and lost those memories in the process?
Either way, it pointed to the same conclusion.
Ash Inspector had forgotten her.
And Rita was certain that the stories between B80 and herself were not insignificant fragments from some distant past.
If each prison had eventually been transformed into a world.
If the prison keys had become the worlds' moons.
