least tried to insight a riot over my bringing in a Simple Mox or present one of their own Simple as a Mox also.
I tip my head up, scanning the movement overhead. They’re still pretty upset. Most the balconies are calling you dirty names and look—ninth floor—someone’s mooning you over the edge of the balcony.
Addo’s eyes lift, finding the rear end on display over the balcony railing. Ah yes. Tuco’s floor. They’re spicy. He chuckles. But, you can see that while they all have their pigtails in a knot, no one’s trying to kill me. That’s a good sign.
Good sign? I snort in my head, but the Addo is on his feet and raising his hands in an attempt to signal everyone to shut up. It takes a couple minutes before they do.
“These Cusps are here to make us appreciate that every single moment on this Earth is unique.”
“ Don’t try to sugar coat it, Addo,” Angus says. I am focused on how he has his skeletal hand jammed in his pocket, but the moment Angus spots me, he carefully withdraws it, keeping his fingers in view. He licks his lips and continues. “Unique or not, this moment has us all stacked up and as good as paralyzed in this hotel. And you’re trying to sell us on Simple Addos. The Simple cannot lead. It’s not possible. The Simple are Simple for a reason. They don’t have the connections or abilities to lead a Cura. They just don’t. But knowing that, you’re still asking us to follow a blind leader. I can’t agree any less on that one, Addo.”
“ The Addo knows more than we,” Dai says. “We must be still and listen.”
“Agreed. This is a waste of time,” Wojtek says. “There has never been a Simple Addo, or a Simple Contego or a Simple Alo. It has never happened because it is not possible. ”
“ I gotta say, it seems like it’d get us further by getting on the problem instead,” Larson says from his spot in the ring. “We ought to be hitting The Fury with everything we have left.
The Addo ignores the Procella and continues.
“As far as Moxes go, it may seem insignificant that this box of cookies is sitting beside me, but this box of cookies may never sit here, exactly in this position, with this particular Addo beside it, ever again. The sun may never make this exact, same pattern on the floor. This moment is beautiful and unique to any other in time.”
“ But what difference is this to what is needed right now?” Wojtek asks. He strokes the hair on his chin, while his eyes remain tacked to the Addo.
“ All of it,” Addo says. “The sun will never fall exactly this way again, on this exact box of cookies, with this exact audience. Just like this moment is unique, so is the Mox I have chosen.”
Kaya, the Inuit woman, shoves a lock of her glossy black hair behind her ear with an exasperated sigh. “We are all snowflakes. It is a beautiful thought, but also irrelevant. Simple can not be made Not Simple. ”
“ I am your Addo,” the Addo says, pulling down the hem of his sweatshirt. “I have a Simple Mox that is capable of Addoship. It is the first in history and while I understand your skepticism, you seem to be forgetting that I am your Addo and I would not mislead you.”
Someone, in one of the balconies, yells back, “Oh no, that’s never happened … Addo Chad !” and the angry murmurs jump up again.
“ I won’t argue with you; Chad was certainly a bag of raw lima beans,” Addo begins again. “But I promise you, I am no lima bean. However, we are all that each other has, and since I have trusted all of you not to shoot me in the face the moment I appeared, I ask that you let me explain my theory on why the universe may have presented us with this Simple Mox.”
The upper balconies barely settle down, but the Addo continues anyway.
“We are obviously in a time of great need and we find ourselves terribly shortchanged on the number of Addos we need to pull out of this mess.
I tip my head up, scanning the movement overhead. They’re still pretty upset. Most the balconies are calling you dirty names and look—ninth floor—someone’s mooning you over the edge of the balcony.
Addo’s eyes lift, finding the rear end on display over the balcony railing. Ah yes. Tuco’s floor. They’re spicy. He chuckles. But, you can see that while they all have their pigtails in a knot, no one’s trying to kill me. That’s a good sign.
Good sign? I snort in my head, but the Addo is on his feet and raising his hands in an attempt to signal everyone to shut up. It takes a couple minutes before they do.
“These Cusps are here to make us appreciate that every single moment on this Earth is unique.”
“ Don’t try to sugar coat it, Addo,” Angus says. I am focused on how he has his skeletal hand jammed in his pocket, but the moment Angus spots me, he carefully withdraws it, keeping his fingers in view. He licks his lips and continues. “Unique or not, this moment has us all stacked up and as good as paralyzed in this hotel. And you’re trying to sell us on Simple Addos. The Simple cannot lead. It’s not possible. The Simple are Simple for a reason. They don’t have the connections or abilities to lead a Cura. They just don’t. But knowing that, you’re still asking us to follow a blind leader. I can’t agree any less on that one, Addo.”
“ The Addo knows more than we,” Dai says. “We must be still and listen.”
“Agreed. This is a waste of time,” Wojtek says. “There has never been a Simple Addo, or a Simple Contego or a Simple Alo. It has never happened because it is not possible. ”
“ I gotta say, it seems like it’d get us further by getting on the problem instead,” Larson says from his spot in the ring. “We ought to be hitting The Fury with everything we have left.
The Addo ignores the Procella and continues.
“As far as Moxes go, it may seem insignificant that this box of cookies is sitting beside me, but this box of cookies may never sit here, exactly in this position, with this particular Addo beside it, ever again. The sun may never make this exact, same pattern on the floor. This moment is beautiful and unique to any other in time.”
“ But what difference is this to what is needed right now?” Wojtek asks. He strokes the hair on his chin, while his eyes remain tacked to the Addo.
“ All of it,” Addo says. “The sun will never fall exactly this way again, on this exact box of cookies, with this exact audience. Just like this moment is unique, so is the Mox I have chosen.”
Kaya, the Inuit woman, shoves a lock of her glossy black hair behind her ear with an exasperated sigh. “We are all snowflakes. It is a beautiful thought, but also irrelevant. Simple can not be made Not Simple. ”
“ I am your Addo,” the Addo says, pulling down the hem of his sweatshirt. “I have a Simple Mox that is capable of Addoship. It is the first in history and while I understand your skepticism, you seem to be forgetting that I am your Addo and I would not mislead you.”
Someone, in one of the balconies, yells back, “Oh no, that’s never happened … Addo Chad !” and the angry murmurs jump up again.
“ I won’t argue with you; Chad was certainly a bag of raw lima beans,” Addo begins again. “But I promise you, I am no lima bean. However, we are all that each other has, and since I have trusted all of you not to shoot me in the face the moment I appeared, I ask that you let me explain my theory on why the universe may have presented us with this Simple Mox.”
The upper balconies barely settle down, but the Addo continues anyway.
“We are obviously in a time of great need and we find ourselves terribly shortchanged on the number of Addos we need to pull out of this mess.
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