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[b]The[/b] Helium Frightful an interesting mode of transport. She saw it as food as soon as her eyes set upon it and she even thought of having a bite out of it, just a tiny-teensy-winsy one just as sample. She’d decide if it was good food when she tasted it but then, everything was good food, even when it killed other people who tried eating suspicious foods. Stone ate them all. Not collect. [b]Ate[/b] them all.

Still overjoyed by the donuts her captain presented them after her brief introduction with the others, Stone didn’t notice that he had snagged the curious sentient mushroom away from her. She munched away from it, and them, and entered the biological ship. Their base, their transport. Home. A new one.

Not minding the marvelous engineering and feat of successfully creating an organism-based flying ship, Stone proceeded to randomly walk the halls and opening up doors whenever she pleased. There were some rooms that didn’t seem to budge when she tried opening them - while others, she didn’t even feel like touching. They felt… she didn’t know how she felt about some parts of the Helium Frightful but after racking her scattered food-addled brain for the word, she was frightened of them. A few minutes turned into an hour before she finally settled down on her new haven, even within her new home, her new workplace. The smell of consumables wafted her sensitive nose. True to her nature, she didn’t think it curious why her nose was able to pick up such faint smells in the first place. It wasn’t as if she was really aware of it. Only assumed that it was natural for her to be able to do it, it was a no-brainer she lived for food and consumption. Nothing insightful and meaningful would even occur in her mind with that taking the forefront of her thought processes.

She opened an appliance that appeared to be a smaller version of her [b]Cradle[/b] and came upon boxes and cans. She can smell the infinite goodness within them, her stomach agreeing as it growled out of irrational and unnecessary hunger. It was a struggle to open up one of them – she prioritized the ones contained in metal – and when she finally did it, she giggled and gobbled the food without pause. One turned to five, five turned to thirteen until there was a pile of cans, boxes and packets around her.

She stopped eating and thought, [color=ff4500][i]I’m working for someone now, right? And we’re all going to live here, together, right? Should I eat this all or give them one each? They’ll get angry if they won’t get to taste all this delicious food. Of course I’m just giving them one each, just for them to taste it. I’m hungry and I need to eat.[/i][/color] This continued on until she fell asleep.

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Stone woke up feeling sore. Her body was tired and she didn’t know why. Her eyes opened and she saw trash around her. [i][color=ff4500]Am I in a dump? Great, did I make another restaurant bankrupt again?[/color][/i] Her body jolted when her hand pressed a button she didn’t know the Cradle had. It glowed a warm, sunset orange as did her tattoos. One side of the Cradle detached itself and the glow more noticeable, it levitated away from the rest of its other parts. Inside were things Stone didn’t know it had. Some parts were loose and seemed they would’ve made a lot of noise if she was making the Cradle follow her like it did but now, they remained stationary, albeit with the glow ever-present.

[color=ff4500]”Wow. This isn’t food but I think, I think, I like this. This never happened before.”[/color]

Her eyes frozen wide, the gluttonous woman inspected the sophisticated way Cradle was apparently constructed. If she was observant – which she’s not – she would’ve noticed the way it looked like it was made by someone she knew, and that the skill and resources needed to make Cradle the way it was would be probably like how technology was made and how they functioned in this era. It would’ve been a glaring sign that Cradle was way ahead of its time, whenever that was, and that it was like the tech in this era she woke up in, centuries past her time. But Stone was not observant anymore, and she didn’t think that way so she [i]ooh-ed and ahh-ed[/i] foolishly like she was doing a ritual.

The Cradle remained that way until Stone carelessly tried to step inside it, just to see what would happen. The levitating slab of metal closed in on her, locking her inside the Cradle. The glow was absent and only a faint hum of power remained. Her breathing turned into short gasps until she lost consciousness. Hours later, Stone woke up, outside the Cradle and much more invigorated than before. Even her clothing was pristine, her mind void of clutter – for once.

But still hungry. Always hungry. So as she thought of food, felt the hunger, her captain spoke out of the speaker. [color=ff4500][i]Burger crisps? We have them?[/i][/color]

Stone scoured the room, and the few around it. She didn't smell the food Captain Golby mentioned but she found it without a problem. No wonder she didn't smell it. She hadn't known that smell was food. It was edible food - something Stone didn't concern herself about, thus making her unable to register smells of those edible foods as [i]foods[/i]. Only bad ones and ones she already ate.

She remembered she was going to share [i]some[/i] food with the others and thought this crisps would be fine it the captain wanted it. She stood and started walking to where the Captain Golby was when she realized, [color=ff4500]"Where is the captain anyway? It will take me hours to find him in this giant-beast-flying-ship."[/color]
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