The words landed like bombs made from crystallized impossibility.
Faces throughout the amphitheater went through rapid cycles of disbelief, anger, and calculation.
Elysia's gaze could have frozen concepts. "Really? The corpse of the Early Creature just stood up and walked away?"
Schrodinger nodded with the particular enthusiasm of someone sharing fascinating gossip.
"Yes! Just like that. You know, I think you mentioned The Dead earlier? This corpse may have simply realized that it was one of The Dead and began to act like it. Identity crisis resolution, really."
His expression grew theatrical in its seriousness.
"Frankly, it terrified me. Here I was, going about my day, contemplating whether I existed or not, typical for me, when suddenly this thing that shouldn't move starts moving. Walking even! With purpose! Do you know how disturbing it is to see something that dead showing more life than most living things?"
