Hey Everyone!! :-)
Here's a little bit more of the third installment in the Petri Dish Chronicles! As always, the disclaimer is that this is a draft and, as such, it's unedited and likely full of errors and is subject to revision, revamping, and being completely scrapped and rewritten. But, with that in mind, I'm reasonably satisfied with the basics of it, at least at the moment, or I wouldn't have bothered posting it. Enjoy!😊
Excerpt from the third Petri Dish book:
Vlad gestured and a ribbon of light appeared. It looked a lot like what Petri had used to get to enigmatic entity’s city the last time she had entered the rainbow on Upworld. She remembered the first time she had met Vlad’s surrogate, Cappy, it had informed her they were called “buses” for data, and that she had been able to use one for that purpose when she had entered the rainbow looking for Vlad. As she looked at the glowing line of data, something about it seemed important. The fact that she had been able to use the bus seemed like it might be useful in some way, but Vlad was speaking and she was distracted before she could nail down the thought.
“Where we are in the rainbow should have no impact on your ability to make the connection we are looking for, but if we go to my city it will be easier for me to control the number of distractions you are exposed to while you work.”
Petri remembered Targoviste and her strange inability to blend in with the residents there. But she didn’t need to keep a low profile, this time, at least not in that way. Shrugging, she looked at Chessie and Daji, who just shrugged in return. Turning back to Vlad, Petri nodded. "Okay, I guess it’s as good a place to start as any.”
Vlad led them to the glowing ribbon and reached out his hand to her. Taking it, Petri reached out her other hand to Chessie, who took it and simultaneously grabbed Daji’s hand. Once they were all connected, Vlad touched the ribbon and Petri found herself buffeted by the same energy vortex that she remembered. But the trip was over almost before the chaos registered, and she was left with only a sensation of dizziness and a strange sense of déjà vu.
As she remembered, when she looked around, Petri saw the same kind of clubs, dust dens, retail outlets, fetish houses, and consumables establishments that had filled the Southern sector of Under City, where she grew up. She also remembered the familiar sense of the people here; beat-down, tired, and hungry ̶ exactly what she would expect from her, former, fellow denizens of the underworld. The desperation in the atmosphere was still palpable.
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