Day six

Good morning willy.

Ah! Oh, good morning willow. How long have you been up?

Sunrise. I've been trying to find food for us. Not gonna lie, these mountains are pretty crap for plants.

Did you find anything?

Nope.

Great. I was wondering why I feel so awful.

The day has gotten off to a rough start. The mountains are within sight, but the natural resources are pretty much nonexistent. Trees are dotted seemingly at random across the barren grass-scape. Only birds are out this far, fluttering overhead and in the trees. I have not eaten anything except berries and seeds since I got here, and I think my body needs some meat. The only problem, of course, is that I have utterly no idea how to create any sort of weapon or trap by which to catch the creatures that inhabit this place. The birds would be too fast for any conventional weapons anyway.

Despite the bleak outlook, I have remembered a part of what my father explained to me on our camping trips. Specifically, how to make tools. I have snatched some twine, a few sticks and some sharpened Flint that willow had been using, and I have made an axe. I will conquer this world with axe alone if need be!

The axe broke.

Wait what? I did not even get a chance to use it! What did you do?

Well, I went to get some firewood, and then I encountered a magic axe breaking creature that blew up the axe in my hands.

Really? What did it look like?

Oh my god you are a nitwit. Of course there was no axe breaking creature!

Well then how did you break it?

It just came apart. I got a few good chops in before it just gave out.

But I made it exactly as I remembered it! It should have worked perfectly!

Either your papi was a liar, or you screwed it up.

He is your father too you know.

Really? I thought you where.

Well of course he is. You are a part of me, therefore he is your father as well.

But I was born from your brain, so wouldn't that make you my papi?

No, no... Well I mean, I don't think so... I suppose you would be more of a sibling. A twin, if anything.

Oh ok. What's a twin?

Wait, how do you not know?

I don't know willy, was that something I'm supposed to know?

Um, yes. Most people know what twins are.

Well, enlighten me then.

A twin is a person with whom you shared your mothers womb. They are often the same age, and may look even more similar to you than other siblings might.

Yeah, you said that before, what are these 'siblings'? And a womb?

How do you not know this? Can you, I do not know, access my memories or something? Or my knowledge?

No? Should I be doing that?

I...I do not understand how you don't know. Can you remember anything before we arrived in this place.

Nope. Well, I remember a couple of buildings burning to the ground, and this...happiness? I'm not really sure what it is.

But that's impossible. I have never been in or around a burning building, let alone more than one. And hang on, weren't you talking about brain pregnancies and fetuses before? How do you know what those are?

I know some things! And I don't see how those things tie into wombs or those sibling things you where talking about.

You don't- how? What do you think pregnancy is?

It's like... It's where an animal grows up right? When they're created, they're not strong enough to be alive straight away, so they spend a while growing up first.

Yes, that is correct, but where do you think they are when they are doing that growing up?

In the factory. They stay in their vats until their ready to be shipped out into the world.

Wait what? No, that is not how it works at all! When a female animal wants to create new life, she and a male will...enjoy each other's company. Then, the female animal will begin to grow another one of her species in her stomach. Once it is ready, it is birthed and taken care of by its mother and father.

That's disgusting willy. And also sounds like a load of bull.

Well it is not. It is completely natural. Now if you willexcuse me, I must go and make a new axe before dusk.

Well that is surprising. It is clear that while willow got some of my knowledge, it has twisted into a version of reality unlike the one that exists. I am curious as to what other things willow does not know, but those things will likely reveal themselves in time.

My attempt at a second axe has been much the same as the first. Because I did not see my first attempt break, I do not really know what I need to improve. I did find the tree willow had been attempting to knock over, and took a few swings of my own. I had forgotten how irritating it was to pull the axe blade out after each swing. However, I almost managed to cut through the tree, when the Flint tip shattered against the wood. A few wayward pieces nicked my arms and face. Not much damage, but certainly painful. I managed to push the rest of the tree down, where it crumbled into manageable logs. I ladened my arms with as much as i could carry, and returned here to allow willow to build a fire.

As the day has come to a close, I roast my last remaining seeds and prepare for my meager meal.

Day seven

I have reached the mountains! After almost six days of travel, I have arrived at the base of the mountain summit. This also marks the end of my first week in this strange new world.

They are tall, but not tall enough that I cannot see the top. Nor are they tall enough for me not to climb. I intend to find a mountainside cave, within which I can create a base. A lair, if you will.

While these mountains are sparse, the ground here is green and lush. This suggests, at least to me, that I can grow things here and I can keep myself alive. I have one final seed in my pocket, which I can use to cultivate this land into something incredible.

My house hunting finally pays off! After hours of searching, I have located a mountainside crevice, hollowed out by time and weather. The entrance is massive, being almost three times my height and easily as wide. In the light of the setting sun, the stone walls are taking on a purple hue, with flecks of black which I assume to be coal.

It seems strange to imagine coal in a place such as this. A land unravaged by humanity, and yet a total rewriting of its landscape lays in its very foundations.

Oh spare me the poetry willy boy. You're gonna have to use it to make your fancy machines.

Oh hush willow. I won't mine the coal. Firstly, because I have nothing with which to mine, and secondly, because it's not my place. I can go home using other methods than destroying this world.

Huh, good luck.

Thank you willow.