My friend Ben talked some about what's been happening in the last couple of days. Lots of stuff I shouldn't be talking about, and that I don't completely understand.
First there was the spider thing. Besides having a creepy spider thing inside me (how much more gross can it get?), there were no good answers. Everything just keeps getting more grey. I did get to hang out with my buddy, and he even let me play with his toys. Lots of fun there, although it would have been nice to do without having, like, lives at stake. We were able to get things fixed, but not the most satisfactory solution. I won't be learning to weave any time soon, that's for sure.
The guy who found the spider thing in me (again, yuck!) was pretty cool, and I'm glad I met him. He's a really good guy. It sounds kinda hokey, but I hope I grow up to be like him and Ben. Ace is kinda cute too.
So then I go to the debate with Ben. (I can't imagine how he ended up with tickets, but he asked me to go.) I got to mess with our favorite candidate some, until they called the debate after that rogue telepath they've been talking about on TV showed up. And that's when things got crazy, and it got deep into the stuff I can't talk about.
I did get a chance to discuss it with my mentor, and she helped me sort some of it out. Of course, when your mentor is your boss, you also get more work to do because of it. I hope it goes well. Certain things need to stop, and hopefully we can do it.
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HERMES:
Prometheus, hail!
PROMETHEUS:
Who calls me?
HERMES:
It is I.
Dost thou not know me?
PROMETHEUS:
By thy wingéd cap
And wingéd heels I know thee. Thou art Hermes,
Captain of thieves! Hast thou again been stealing
The heifers of Admetus in the sweet
Meadows of asphodel? or Hera's girdle?
Or the earth-shaking trident of Poseidon?
HERMES:
And thou, Prometheus; say, hast thou again
Been stealing fire from Helios' chariot-wheels
To light thy furnaces?
PROMETHEUS:
Why comest thou hither
So early in the dawn?
HERMES:
The Immortal Gods
Know naught of late or early. Zeus himself
The omnipotent hath sent me.
PROMETHEUS:
For what purpose?
HERMES:
To bring this maiden to thee.
PROMETHEUS:
I mistrust
The Gods and all their gifts. If they have sent her
It is for no good purpose.
HERMES:
What disaster
Could she bring on thy house, who is a woman?
PROMETHEUS:
The Gods are not my friends, nor am I theirs.
Whatever comes from them, though in a shape
As beautiful as this, is evil only.
Who art thou?
PANDORA:
One who, though to thee unknown,
Yet knoweth thee.
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