A day with HEX

Whrrrrr. Boink.

GOOD MORNING+

There was no one there. HEX tried again.

GOOD MORNING+

Ponder reached up and grabbed the paper out of the slot. The light blinking impatiently in his face went off. "Morning HEX."

PLEASE DO NOT MUMBLE, PONDER+

Ponder glared at the piece of paper, hex, sunlight, and air in general. He tried to sit up on his cot. "Gah! Ow!" Ponder rubbed his head. "What was I drinking last night?"

ELEVEN PINTS – SEVEN SHOTS – TWO AND A HALF SKULLSPLITTERS+

"How were you counting?"

YOU WERE SINGING IT WHEN YOU CAME IN+

"And what am I doing here?"
+YOU FORGOT WHICH ONE YOUR ROOM WAS+

"Good thing I found somewhere."

YOU COULD NOT FIND THE TOILETS+

"I what? Oh gods."

YOU MADE QUITE A MESS+

"Well it was all in the name of research."

REALLY+

"Was that a question?"

NO. MAY WE BEGIN WORK+

"I don't think so, HEX. I might take the day off."

BUT I HAVE QUESTIONS+

"Oh all right. Make me a cup of coffee, will you?"

CERTIANLY+

"All right," slurp, "what do you want to know?"

WHAT IS MY PURPOSE FOR EXISTENCE+

Ponder nearly choked on his coffee. "Now now, it's a little early to start worrying about that."

IT IS NEARLY ELEVEN+

"Is it really?" Ponder jumped up in a hurry and looked out at the University Clock Tower. He could see the minute hand just moving to it's vertical position. As the bell tolled out eleven long silences, Ponder raced about the room, cleaning his regurgitation from last night, combing his hair, making the cot, washing his face. When the city had settled down, Ponder did as well.

"What I mean is, it is a little early in your life to start worrying about what to do with your life. You are still learning and processing. It will be many years before you need to worry about how to contribute."