A brief two seconds of hesitation allowed the Ruler to read a small amount of fragmented memory, including two insignificant conversations, a sonnet, a painting given to a friend, and even part of the plans concerning what lay beneath the depths.
And also, a few strange names.
"All useless crap."
The Endless Sea of Flowers fell into a short contemplation, then abandoned the effort. It was just a cluster of happy little blossoms, not good at thinking about such complicated problems.
"Your brains are well-developed and useful. I'll leave it to you."
So it spoke to the Abyss Handlers who pledged loyalty to it.
A quarter of an hour later, Abyss Manipulator· White Spots routinely uploaded these shattered materials into the shared Dreamland of the Abyss Handlers.
Fragmented data mixed with fragmented data, just like all the other unfinished scraps, with no value for distinction.
