<span style="color: #336600">“I wouldn’t know what to ask for. All of these drinks seem basically the same too me, just with different ingredients.” </span>Wisdom listened to his mother and frowned deeply.<span style="color: #99ffff">“Creator isn’t very bright then… but I guess she couldn’t have predicted that to happen. Still, why didn’t she intervene to prevent any of that from happening?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“He can’t sink if there’s nowhere for the earth to move to let him sink. Sorry for bothering you, big guy. We just wanted to see a giant up close.” </span>The giant looked over at the two and grunted softly as it continued to walk. “Hello.”<span style="color: #666600">“Well Ibara, what’s next on your list of things to see?”</span><br/><br/>Animus’ primary core seemed functional, many of its secondary cores seemed to be completely fried or malfunctioning. Order would get no response for almost a full minute before a man opened the door and stared at her. “Bird wings… alien. You must be Order. What can I do for you?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>