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They were big.
That was a weak word. The word 'big' fell so short of accurately describing these things that it was practically a lie. These were the kind of things that made 'big' things go running home to their mothers, giving them severe inferiority complexes and an urge to start therapy. These were giants in comparison to giant things. A more appropriate word might have been...Titanious. That was a good one.
Reese was of course looking at the pyramids. Not those little imposter mounds of brick in Spain and Peru, but the proper, pointy ones in Giza, Egypt.
It was a bit of a classic tourist action turning up here, he knew. With a country with such a truly rich history and culture, it was a shame all people seemed to care about was some large heaps of rock. Not that they weren't, of course, brilliant, amazing structures and a true testament the fact that humans aren't totally stupid. But either way, when you took away all the majesty, grandeur and impressiveness, they were still just rocks.
He'd put off coming here till the end of the day. Earlier, making rather awkward use of portals, he'd visited some of the other landmarks of the Ancient Egyptians, Abu Simbel and Kadesh, for example. To be honest, he'd thought it all rather boring. He did admire Ancient Egypt, but visiting the site where something or other happened wasn't really all that amazing. He was trying hard to be a tourist, but he wasn't quite getting the appeal. Yes, these things happened, and yes, they were remarkable, but you're not going to make them any more interesting just because you're standing in the same general area.
He'd been brought up a human, and the chances were he had a lot of human blood, but he never felt like one. It seemed to him as if humans were a completely different species with all these odd rituals and beliefs that made no sense. Not religions, because they did make some sense, in an odd way. But things like money. A lot of people thought money was good, that was obviously silly. But a lot of people thought money was evil too, Reese found that just as odd. Money was little bits of metal and fabric, that's all it was. What was the point of assigning it a moral status? People were weird.
So, as he sat on a bench at the base of the biggest one, he wondered what he was supposed to be thinking. Other people would probably be admiring the complex architecture of the ancient people. He'd done that for around ten seconds. But he was a tourist and felt more was expected of him than this. He spotted a few people "Ooohing" and "Ahhing" so he decided to try that, but he couldn't manage to derive any enjoyment from it. He'd never been able to grasp these human concepts. He was still very childish in a way; he was extremely logical and seemed totally immune to social norms. He couldn't make sense of so many human rituals. In fact, that was another thing. He'd called other people 'humans' long before he'd been aware of any other specials. For all intents and purposes, he was a human and had always been one. But he didn't feel like one. It wasn't as if he felt like a nymph either. He felt like he was him, and everyone else just buzzed around him in strange ways. On good days it filled him with mild amusement seeing other people behave in such odd ways. On bad days his own cynicism at the pointlessness of the world could throw him into deep depression. It was a bit of chance, really.
For now, he pulled his knees up and wondered what to do.
That was a weak word. The word 'big' fell so short of accurately describing these things that it was practically a lie. These were the kind of things that made 'big' things go running home to their mothers, giving them severe inferiority complexes and an urge to start therapy. These were giants in comparison to giant things. A more appropriate word might have been...Titanious. That was a good one.
Reese was of course looking at the pyramids. Not those little imposter mounds of brick in Spain and Peru, but the proper, pointy ones in Giza, Egypt.
It was a bit of a classic tourist action turning up here, he knew. With a country with such a truly rich history and culture, it was a shame all people seemed to care about was some large heaps of rock. Not that they weren't, of course, brilliant, amazing structures and a true testament the fact that humans aren't totally stupid. But either way, when you took away all the majesty, grandeur and impressiveness, they were still just rocks.
He'd put off coming here till the end of the day. Earlier, making rather awkward use of portals, he'd visited some of the other landmarks of the Ancient Egyptians, Abu Simbel and Kadesh, for example. To be honest, he'd thought it all rather boring. He did admire Ancient Egypt, but visiting the site where something or other happened wasn't really all that amazing. He was trying hard to be a tourist, but he wasn't quite getting the appeal. Yes, these things happened, and yes, they were remarkable, but you're not going to make them any more interesting just because you're standing in the same general area.
He'd been brought up a human, and the chances were he had a lot of human blood, but he never felt like one. It seemed to him as if humans were a completely different species with all these odd rituals and beliefs that made no sense. Not religions, because they did make some sense, in an odd way. But things like money. A lot of people thought money was good, that was obviously silly. But a lot of people thought money was evil too, Reese found that just as odd. Money was little bits of metal and fabric, that's all it was. What was the point of assigning it a moral status? People were weird.
So, as he sat on a bench at the base of the biggest one, he wondered what he was supposed to be thinking. Other people would probably be admiring the complex architecture of the ancient people. He'd done that for around ten seconds. But he was a tourist and felt more was expected of him than this. He spotted a few people "Ooohing" and "Ahhing" so he decided to try that, but he couldn't manage to derive any enjoyment from it. He'd never been able to grasp these human concepts. He was still very childish in a way; he was extremely logical and seemed totally immune to social norms. He couldn't make sense of so many human rituals. In fact, that was another thing. He'd called other people 'humans' long before he'd been aware of any other specials. For all intents and purposes, he was a human and had always been one. But he didn't feel like one. It wasn't as if he felt like a nymph either. He felt like he was him, and everyone else just buzzed around him in strange ways. On good days it filled him with mild amusement seeing other people behave in such odd ways. On bad days his own cynicism at the pointlessness of the world could throw him into deep depression. It was a bit of chance, really.
For now, he pulled his knees up and wondered what to do.
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Thanks to Piper's Boutique for template I nicked :grin:
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