Egg Plant
The noble Egg Plant. As is fitting to a fruit as ovoidly perfect as a prolate moon, Egg Plants (of course) can only be found underground in cool, dark places.
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The Shape of the World
Egg Plant
Eggs, for the record, are not round. They are ovoid. You may be able to trace a line around them, but they are not, in themselves, round. Very few things are.
You
Apart from the world being round? Or the gas plant told me it was, at least?
Egg Plant
The Gas Plant has very little idea of how things are, in reality. Reality is not something that bothers Gas Plants very much. The world is no more round than my fragile harvest is round.
You
So the world is ovoid?
Egg Plant
No. Eggs are ovoid. Pay attention, my distractable little mentee, and I will instruct you on the reality, as passed down to me by a great Alphibian scientist named Weena, creator of the first glorious subterranean transportation prototype.
You
I see.
Egg Plant
You don’t, but I shall continue regardless.
You
Fair enough.
Egg Plant
The world, you should understand, is constructed in layers. Just as hills sit above caves and caves sit upon other caves, so this layer of world sits upon a whole other layer of world, and beneath that one, a whole other world, and beneath that one, a whole other. Each with their own time structure, creatures, societies, and, perhaps, their own giants.
You
How far down?
Egg Plant
All the way, my precious. All the way down.
You
But wha… oh, never mind.
Ruminations of an Egg Plant
Egg Plant
An historical fact for you: No Egg-plant has but glimpsed sun since the day that wrathfully, Pot imagined all magnificent, heliolatrous Egg Plants unable to grow anywhere but in caves. No one knows what made him so angry, though Egg Plant lore suggests it something to do with Gas.
You
Gas? You mean the Gas Plant?
Egg Plant
We shall not speak of it. Regardless: that is why, my best beloved, every single egg contains a perfect scale model of one of the suns. A round, glorious, golden, perfect sun in every egg.
You
Is that true?
Egg Plant
I say that it is.
You
I see.
Ruminations of an Egg Plant
Egg Plant
You must not mistake our usual reticence to converse to be a mark of unfriendliness, my best beloved.
You
No?
Egg Plant
On the contrary, it is merely the act of trying to grow enough eggs to supply your demand that keeps egg plants unusually stoic and silent. At least compared to some of those other sun-blessed twiggers out there. We want to make eggs. It is our solemn duty.
You
Okay…
Egg Plant
“O”, as you so rightly say, “Kay”. You are now dismissed.
You
How brusque.
