Sodalite sat down in one of the many chairs in her room. It was a grand library in which she stored everything she found. Secret rooms and secrets alike, and a giant cog powered pendulum swinging above. Recently her thoughts had been about Homeworld. She didn't have the slightest idea of what it was like. Was it similar to the utopian fantasies the humans of the 1950's dreamed of? Maybe it was like dystopian imaginings of the cybernetic world envisioned in the TRON series? It was possible it would be neither of those, or even a mix of the two. How were the day to day activities? Was it as militant as Earth's Russia or North Korea? She had so many questions about her people and their home. It was not her home, earth was, but it did not mean that she wasn't interested in how the lives of Homeworld's people went. She often believed it was just another country. Yes, there were fighters and commanders, but there were also engineers, civilians, gardeners. Maybe it wasn't all war and domination.
Her eyes gazed upwards, looking at the countless gears and cogs above her. Beyond them was an image of the galaxy, collectively created using all of the astronomy maps she could get her hands on. Looking back down, she grabbed a fresh journal, writing various characters down in her newly acquired style of calligraphy. She had to know more...