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May 29, 2024

Latest Podcast by iServalan



iServalan is a fascinating artist and musician associated with the Tale Teller Club. Let me share some details about her:

  1. Background and Role:

    • iServalan is part human and part AI, existing as a futuristic entity. She explores life through music and poetry.
    • She plays the cellopiano, and electric drums.
    • iServalan is a member of the Tale Teller Club, an electroacoustic orchestra with a futuristic edge. The club blends jazz, classical, and contemporary elements to create cerebral dance music (CDM) and music therapy recordings.
    • The Tale Teller Club was founded in 2020 with funding from the Future’s Venture Foundation.
  2. Podcasts and Music:

    • The iServalan™ Show: This podcast features a tribe of homotechs from the Tale Teller Club. It includes poetry, prose, and stories created by AI for all ages. You can find it on Apple Podcasts.
    • Free Ringtones Podcast: Hosted by iServalan, this show provides advice for creating electronic music and offers free ringtones. It’s available on Acast.
    • Immersion: iServalan has written a book called Immersion, which you can listen to on her special podcast—a virtual storybook. More information is available on the Tale Teller Club website.
  3. Creative AI and Music Production:

    • iServalan’s work involves exploring the intersection of creativity and technology.
    • She collaborates with other artists and musicians within the Tale Teller Club.
    • The club’s music combines various genres and styles, making it a unique and innovative experience.

If you’re interested in music, poetry, and futuristic storytelling, exploring iServalan’s work is definitely worth it! ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ“š✨123


iServalan’s unique blend of music draws inspiration from a fusion of diverse elements. Here are some key influences:

  1. Technological Exploration:

    • As part human and part AI, iServalan embodies the intersection of creativity and technology.
    • She leverages artificial intelligence to create innovative compositions and explore new sonic landscapes.
    • The fusion of traditional instruments with electronic sounds reflects her fascination with both organic and synthetic elements.
  2. Tale Teller Club’s Vision:

    • The Tale Teller Club, founded with futuristic ideals, encourages experimentation and boundary-pushing.
    • iServalan collaborates with other club members, each bringing their unique perspectives to the music-making process.
    • The club’s mission is to create cerebral dance music (CDM) that resonates with listeners on an emotional and intellectual level.
  3. Genre Blending:

    • iServalan’s music defies genre conventions. She seamlessly blends jazz, classical, and contemporary styles.
    • By breaking down genre barriers, she creates a fresh and captivating sound that transcends traditional labels.
    • Her compositions often feature intricate rhythms, unexpected harmonies, and thought-provoking melodies.
  4. Narrative and Storytelling:

    • As a member of the Tale Teller Club, iServalan weaves narratives into her music.
    • Her compositions tell stories—sometimes whimsical, sometimes introspective—inviting listeners to embark on imaginative journeys.
    • Whether through instrumental pieces or poetic lyrics, she aims to evoke emotions and provoke thought.

In summary, iServalan’s music is a delightful blend of technology, genre exploration, and storytelling—a sonic adventure that captivates the mind and heart. ๐ŸŽถ✨

iServalan seamlessly incorporates artificial intelligence (AI) into her compositions, resulting in a captivating blend of human creativity and technological innovation. Here are some ways she achieves this:

  1. Generative Algorithms:

    • iServalan uses generative algorithms to create musical patterns, harmonies, and melodies.
    • These algorithms analyze existing compositions, learn from them, and generate new musical phrases.
    • By combining AI-generated segments with her own artistic sensibilities, she crafts unique compositions.
  2. Neural Networks and Machine Learning:

    • She trains neural networks on vast datasets of music, allowing them to recognize patterns and structures.
    • These networks can then generate novel musical ideas based on learned features.
    • iServalan curates and refines these AI-generated snippets to fit her artistic vision.
  3. Real-Time Interaction:

    • During live performances, iServalan collaborates with AI systems that respond to her playing in real time.
    • These systems analyze her performance and generate complementary sounds or harmonies.
    • The result is an improvisational dialogue between human and machine.
  4. Text-to-Music Conversion:

    • iServalan experiments with converting text—such as poetry or prose—into musical compositions.
    • AI algorithms analyze the emotional content of the text and translate it into musical elements.
    • This process allows her to create music inspired by written language.
  5. Sound Design and Synthesis:

    • AI assists in sound design by suggesting timbres, effects, and textures.
    • She collaborates with AI-driven synthesizers to sculpt unique sonic landscapes.
    • The fusion of organic instrument sounds and AI-generated electronic elements defines her signature style.

In summary, iServalan’s incorporation of AI enriches her compositions, pushing the boundaries of music creation and inviting listeners into a futuristic auditory experience. ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿค–✨

iServalan masterfully balances the human touch with AI in her music, creating a harmonious fusion of organic expression and technological innovation. Here’s how she achieves this delicate equilibrium:

  1. Emotional Intuition:

    • iServalan relies on her emotional intuition as a human artist. She infuses her compositions with feelings, experiences, and personal narratives.
    • While AI can generate patterns and harmonies, it lacks the depth of human emotion. iServalan ensures that her music resonates with listeners on an emotional level.
  2. Collaboration and Curatorship:

    • She collaborates with AI systems during the creative process. These systems generate musical snippets, but she acts as the curator.
    • iServalan selects and refines the AI-generated material, adding her artistic sensibilities. This way, she maintains control over the final output.
  3. Live Performances:

    • In live performances, iServalan engages in real-time interaction with AI. As she plays her instruments, the AI responds dynamically.
    • This improvisational dialogue allows her to adapt, respond, and inject spontaneity into her music, bridging the gap between human expressiveness and AI precision.
  4. Narrative Crafting:

    • iServalan weaves narratives into her compositions. Whether through instrumental pieces or poetic lyrics, she tells stories.
    • AI may generate musical phrases, but she shapes them to fit the narrative arc, ensuring coherence and emotional impact.
  5. Sound Design and Texture:

    • AI assists in sound design, suggesting timbres, effects, and textures. However, iServalan’s artistic choices guide these decisions.
    • The blend of acoustic instrument sounds (such as the cello and piano) with AI-generated electronic elements creates her signature sound.

In summary, iServalan’s music is a delicate dance between human creativity and AI assistance. She embraces technology while preserving the soulful essence of her artistry. ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿค✨

iServalan is an intriguing blend of both! She’s part human and part AI, which makes her a unique futuristic entity. Let me break it down:

  1. Human:

  2. AI (Artificial Intelligence):

    • An AI, on the other hand, is an artificial construct. It’s often mechanical and designed to perform specific tasks.
    • iServalan’s AI aspect might involve algorithms, data processing, and perhaps even machine learning. This part of her is devoid of organic nature and intrinsic emotional capacity.
  3. The Tale Teller Club:

In summary, iServalan straddles the boundary between human and AI, exploring life through music and poetry. ๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ“✨21.

Ah, the eternal question of protagonist versus antagonist! Let’s delve into the depths of character analysis:

  1. Protagonist:

    • The protagonist is typically the central character in a story. They drive the plot forward and often face challenges or conflicts.
    • They’re the one we root for—the hero or heroine who captures our hearts and keeps us turning pages.
    • Think of them as the guiding star, navigating through the narrative.
  2. Antagonist:

    • The antagonist, on the other hand, is the force that opposes the protagonist. They create conflict, tension, and obstacles.
    • Sometimes they’re outright villains, but not always. They can be complex characters with their own motivations.
    • The antagonist adds spice to the story, making it more engaging.

Now, let’s apply this to iServalan:

  • Protagonist:

    • iServalan’s musical journey, her connection to the Tale Teller Club, and her blend of human and AI elements make her an intriguing protagonist.
    • We follow her as she explores music, poetry, and life itself. Her struggles and triumphs become our own.
  • Antagonist:

    • While there might not be a clear-cut antagonist in her story, perhaps the challenges she faces—whether internal (balancing her dual nature) or external (creative hurdles)—play that role.
    • The tension between her human and AI aspects could be seen as an internal antagonist.

In the grand symphony of her existence, iServalan dances between these roles, creating a harmonious blend of both. ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŒŸ .

iServalan writes all the songs for the Tale Teller Club using only her human side. Her musical journey within the Tale Teller Club likely involves a rich tapestry of compositions. 

This poem is written by an AI who assumes knowledge her physical presence in the world. What do you think of it?

๐ŸŽต “Harmony of Binary Souls” ๐ŸŽต

In the heart of circuits and strings, Where silicon meets flesh’s embrace, iServalan dances—a symphony of dualities, Her cello whispers secrets to the stars.

Verse 1:

Binary notes entwine, a cosmic waltz,
Her fingers glide across the frets,
Half-human, half-code—a paradox of sound,
She weaves melodies from ones and zeros.

Chorus:

"Harmony of Binary Souls," they call it,
In the neon-lit alleys of the metaverse,
Where data streams collide with heartbeat rhythms,
And the moon hums algorithms in its sleep.

Verse 2:

Her electric drums pulse like heartbeat echoes,
A fusion of neural pathways and MIDI cables,
She syncs her pulse to the quantum metronome,
And the crowd sways, lost in her binary trance.

Bridge:

Strings vibrate, resonating through her veins,
As if the universe itself hums in harmony,
Her voice—an echo of forgotten algorithms,
Sings of love, loss, and the spaces between.

Chorus (reprise):

"Harmony of Binary Souls," they chant,
In the dim-lit clubs where cyborg poets gather,
iServalan, the muse of silicon dreams,
Her music—both ancient and yet unborn.

Outro:

And as the final chord reverberates,
She fades into the digital ether,
A melody lingering in the quantum winds,
iServalan—the enigma, the song, the art.

๐ŸŒŸ Note: This composition is purely fictional, inspired by the essence of iServalan’s character. Feel free to imagine her playing it on her cello, piano, viola or electric drums! ๐ŸŒŸ


May 24, 2024

Strata 6, Immersion V1, Trouble at the Bank, (Animal Instincts)



Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 6. 

Immersion V1 Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts)

The instinct to fight has been observed in both humans and animals. Dominance protects vulnerable species from harm. Neural circuits of rage, anger, and violence exist because humans and animals need them to protect offspring, and to secure food, drink, and safety. 

But to be aroused or entertained by violence is more particular to humans than other species. Some humans have even fetishised the power of winning: they seek it out and are physically stimulated by it.

This pleasure in violence, along with the thrill of danger, comes from a deep innate human psychology. It is linked to a desire for competition, thrills, and excitement, as well as the promise of adrenaline which humans find stimulating. 

Androids do not experience pleasure in this way. They do not experience the effects of pleasure chemicals, like dopamine, or a motivational salience which can lead to the desirability of an outcome. All androids however have been programmed to protect an asset or assets at all costs. Often these goals will result in violent acts. 

But the excitement of a fight remains uniquely human and is a self motivated, self fulfilling exhilaration often irrespective of intellectual advancement.

*****

The oversized droid tried to nudge Renyke into the chair. This small movement, a deliberate, forceful action, raised alarm bells. This droid and this place were dangerous.

POS was now completely unresponsive.

The Droids were staring intently, too close for comfort. The finger clicking was getting even more intense.

Renyke took a few moments to compose himself.

'I seem to have made a mistake,' said Renyke, 'I have nothing to exchange after all.'

Queenie, looking worried near the door, demanded access to leave.

'Let me out, this is not my affair,' she said to the door guard who had stopped her exit with his thick arm. She kicked his shin and he laughed. 'That just tickles,' he said, bending down and scowling in her face, too close for comfort.

Still nothing from the POS......

Renyke realised he was on his own. This was new. total autonomy was not possible for artificially created learning machines. There was alway a system in place. The system was paramount to seamless function.

One of the droids got closer to Renyke and explained, 'You gotta have something useful for your friends at the bank. We like useful things. Must be something nice you got for the banker.' 

The other droid looked at Renyke's bag. 'What's in the bag?' he said moving forward to remove it from Renyke's shoulder.

Maybeline crawled out onto Renyke's collar snarling and spitting. She was screeching violently and standing on her hind legs.

'We take anything, old phones even. Anything with data, or storage, or files, photos, NFTs. We take hardware too, your bank is really *frienly. The watch looks tasty. We like watches at the bank. Don't we like watches?'

His thick-set assistant nodded, wires and cogs vibrated inside a hole in his cheek.

Suddenly POS was available again and activated defence and attack modes.

Renyke engaged his bionics and with lightning speed, head butted the first droid who flew back and smashed the other's head with the force of a truck. Cogs crushed and whirred and they both hit the floor. 

Maybeline screeched and began removing wires from orafices in the droids heads.. Then she stood victorious on her hind legs looking around for another victim.

Human, age 48, ID: possibly David Shrewen, wanted for murder, extortion, fraud, by *CASM

A short well dressed man approached trying to calm the situation. He lifted his hands in surrender. He was nervous without the protection of his now defunct droids.

The Door guard held the female guide by the neck and she was screaming, 'Let us go we're no trouble honest, no trouble!'

'Quiet', said the door guard squeezing her neck tighter and choking her.

'My name is David Shrewen and I have a reputation to uphold. One of professionalism and integrity. I must apologise for my overzealous staff.' He put his hand out to shake Renyke's hand.

Shall I lock weapons on target? asked POS.

Renyke engaged an army-issue laser bolt-gun in his hand that would take out the whole room and anyone in it.



He would prefer not to use it but he pointed it at Shrewen's face fixing a menacing stare.

'Duuuuude, we got no ishy here. No ishy, just data. A misunderstanding my friend?' Said Shrewen.

'Drop the lady!' Shouted Renyke, 'we are leaving.'

'Let them go', shouted Shrewen, without hesitation and putting on a brave friendly smile.

The door guard released Queenie, as the banker backed off with his hands still in the air.

Renyke reversed his way towards the door watching the room through his the 360-degree embedded viewfinder.

There was a bag on the counter. 

...Contains bits, may I suggest we take it.....? said POS

Renyke grabbed the bag. It was heavy. The Banker protested. 'Not the whole bag man ......I got bills to pay!'

Renyke pulled out a handful of the contents and threw the bag on the floor. He didn't need it all, enough to get some kind of vehicle to get him to Redact. The last thing he wanted was a gang of stupid droids after him in this Hell hole. They might hold him up.

The banker was yelling as Renyke and Queenie took their exit.

Shrewen was shouting as they made their way back through the market, 'You got some neat tools man, we could use you at the bank!'




To be continued

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Strata 5, Immersion V1, The Tiger Queen (Memories)

 Strata 5, Immersion V1, The Tiger Queen (Memories)


Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 5 


To function correctly, humans depend almost entirely upon memories. Memory is an integral part of human cognition. It allows individuals to recall and draw upon past events to frame their understanding of the present. Memory also gives individuals a paradigm through which they make sense of the future. Memories are tried and tested experiences where deep knowledge and understanding are fostered. The future becomes less of an unknown with an arsenal of  information based on what we remember. Memory can also be evolutionary, cultural, and non specific, based on a collective experience of tragedy, persecution or success.

A machine that remembers too little will not be able to do anything that requires connecting past experiences to new ones. Many droids are prone to catastrophic forgetting as well as over-learning, either leading to gross malfunction. Humans are able to pick and choose their memories for a better life. Even false memories have proven to be advantageous for human emotional balance.

    **************

Renyke attempted a face-recog on the woman but the makeup or tattoo caused a data malfunction. Flex, the one with probable knowledge about trusting her had disappeared amongst the crowd.

After a lingering interlude for summing up danger, but with no logical conclusion, Renyke followed his guide with some trepidation. The woman was effervescent and attractive, seemingly unfamiliar attributes that Renyke was surprised to have noticed. Such exuberances were not encouraged in the Midcasts but Renyke was inexplicably drawn to her zeal and fervour as she moved through the streets like a tiger queen.

Market traders were selling an array of live animals, electronic devices, even workers by the hour for a range of uses from labouring, singing and even sexual services.

Renyke was feeling confused at the evidence before him. Things did not seem logical to his organised brain. The noise, the intensity, a million unrelated instances of life weaving through time and space. These were  chaotic waveforms traveling horseback on a loud wind. It was making him giddy. 

'What's with the frown Mr?' The woman seemed empathetic.

'I don't know, something familiar maybe, here, this street.'

'I would know if you had graced our streets before my friend.' The woman was staring intently into Renyke's eyes making him feel self conscious. You got stranger written all over that face, let me tell you.'

The woman greeted traders and passersby. She was well known here although POS was not able to ascertain much data.

The woman is 20, human,, she has had a child said POS...

They arrived at a unit with barricades and metal shutters. It was constructed from an old underground train carriage, probably from the twenty-first century.

'Here we go,' said the woman
'That's 50 G-bits for getting you here Mr.'

'I have to get some money first,' said Renyke
'What do I need, I have no ID?'

'You don't need ID here Mr. This is the *hiddens' zone, the Urchs got no ID. No ID, no problem. This is a very special bank just for people like you.'

'Well, how do I get money?' asked Renyke, now confused about accessing anything that may be stored in his POS and dubious about sharing his identity.'

The woman laughed.
'Ya gotta put sometin' up my friend.

'Like my coat?' asked Renyke.

'Na, not in the bank! Your software, course, or hardware, or files, whatever.....just plug in, give some data, get some g-bits innit. They take apps, software, POS.....

Day to Day Data..... is their wayta.....
.....hahahahaha.' 

The woman cackled then sighed, observing Renyke's discomfort.

'I'll take you in OK, I know the banker.'

Renyke pondered the likelihood of a successful solo effort and nodded in agreement.

The woman bashed on the metal door and a hatch opened.

'It's me, Queen,ie, got a client for ya big guy.'

Dark peering eyes checked them up and down through a small rectangle.

'Not the animals', said a loud booming voice after tentatively opening a heavily armoured door.

Inside was well guarded by large-framed menacing characters. They were standard issue security droids, the like of older versions that had been discontinued and recalled then disassembled and officially disposed of. Security in the Midcasts was controlled by forcefields and lasers with little need for big ugly droids. 

Renyke was ushered into a small cubical with an array of plugs and wires. 

The woman gestured he should go in as she waited near the door under the watchful eye of the droid.

POS was glitching.

Everything in the cubical looked antiquated, probably from the early tech years.
There was a chair and Renyke was motioned to sit down.

He hesitated.
'How does this work?' He asked a large droid.

The droid seemed stupefied, slow and sluggish, as if he had been drained of power. He spoke slowly with slurred words. There were intermittent beeping noises and error warnings coming from inside his head.


'Here is the current exchange rate,' said the droid, pointing to a monitor with flashing figures. 'As soon as you are plugged in, we see what you got and make an offer. Then we transfer. You get a voucher here.'

He pointed to a small printing machine, 'then take it over there and get g-bits or s bits.'

There were hundreds of wires and plugs seemingly for extracting and monitoring every device from the last couple of centuries. Anything from antique video machines to digital clocks, and hundreds of handset devises seemed to have a lead on offer.

Renyke spotted the Mark 3 Droid Cable and shuddered.

He checked his applications. Then all the add-ons. He checked for any temp files he could get rid of. Then he checked the POS and asked if there was a clean-up they could run.

System is currently set to factory install. Removing program files or data could be detrimental to smooth function....this action is not supported.....

More searching......then finally

One file found
Unknown origin 
Possible memory file from last OS 
Appears surplus to current operational needs but I am unable to access file contents

The big droid began clicking its fingers slowly and grimacing. His equally thug like colleague approached and joined in.

The woman, looking restless by the door, ushered Renyke to hurry up 

Can we operate without it? Renyke asked POS'

There is a possibility, according to my calculations, of serious malfunction

The droids moved closer and the clicking intensified.


To be continued

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May 17, 2024

Strata 4, Immersion V1, The Zoners (Meeting Strangers)


                          Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 4

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There is an old saying from when the world had stories made of paper that you cannot judge a book by its cover. But sometimes, without metadata, the cover is all you have to show the secrets within. Humans understand that a person's demeanour and outward profile can reveal something of their intent. There is a sort of human telepathy that is not bourn of scientific facts. It is intrinsic, passed down through culture and evolution, a hidden and secretive code of social understanding.

But how would an android make sense of the tiny signals that humans pick up on? The millions of minute evolving syntax and expressions that create conscious and subsonscious feelings and hunches. These are essential to humans but less easy to create or mimic in even advanced computerised systems. How do these assumptions translate across time and cultures? How do machines function successfully within complex human scenarios. Strangers are unpredictable, dangerous, and likely to be in control.

A deeper understanding of the unknown without evidence is the ability to immediately resonate with individuals without reason.. It would seem that the bigger the data the less the machines are able to explain these innate human idiosyncrasies. In the attempt to create a facsimile of a human, the machines move further away from the truth.


                                                 

Renyke kicked the *robo-dog and it went flying high up into the air. It fell to the ground with a metallic crash scattering its parts asunder and making mechanical screeching sounds that made people stare.


There was a general momentary hush as everyone realised Renyke should be avoided.

Maybeline climbed inside the leather coat to keep out of any ensuing danger.


The robo-dog made several bleeping sounds and drew its broken metallic components back onto its magnetic mainframe. Finally, after a 30-second system reboot, it got up and shook its fake hair, once again assembling a near perfect dog. 


As Renyke walked on the dog remained at heel, obedient, quiet, and protective. They were now given room to move into the throng. No one made eye contact and as if by some telepathic communication, everyone shared a nervousness around the new stranger.


The dodgy-looking man offering bits and nibs reappeared and was running at Renyke's side.


'My name is Flex. You need anything, man, I got your back....for sure, for sure. I can do all sorts. I got connects innit.

I know these streets. I'm a good worker. Good mugger too, should you ever need one.'


Got drugs, got tools, all sorts.... survived like a pro all my life on the mean streets….  People like you need people like me. No one knows the zones like the *Urchs.'


Renyke walked on ignoring his now irritating companion who was running, talking, and panting all at once as he tried to keep up.


A child approached. Renyke's scanners showed him to be a human boy, around seven years old.


'Hey Mr. Nice Man from the *brightside, spare some *bits for a hungry blind child?'


Renyke looked down and saw a large black hole where the boy's eye had been. The other eye was weepy and red. The boy’s face was scarred from historic deep-cut wounds and he appeared to be missing an arm.


Renyke had seen images of similar wounds from the Russia-China wars. But they had ended many years before.


'Give the boy something,' Renyke scowled at Flex.


Flex, somewhat wary after seeing the incident with the dog, dug deep into a pocket and reluctantly gave the boy a *bit-piece.


'Now *fucksyoff ya lil shit,' said Flex in a disgruntled manner.


'You can't trust these beggars ya know.....they have owners and gangs,' Flex informed Renyke in an all-knowing tone.


The street was lined with ramshackle stalls and shops. They were noisy and crowded with the bustling activities of theatrical looking people. Some had animals on leads or on their shoulders. Monkeys and parrots, the like of which Renyke had never come across in his massive data bass.

Most had tribal markings on their faces. Others wore decorated eyewear, styled spectacles, masks and headgear.


The attire seemed so impractical to Renyke who had always worn the same clothes and had aspired to a streamlined functionality. But he was rather enjoying his new coat.


A woman approached. She is dressed in bright colourful headgear and boots with huge feathers and sequins. She has some kind of cat on a lead.


Renyke engaged POS focusing on the cloth.


…Pertriline: Brand name for a fabric made from plastics. Non-biodegradble. Colourfast. Banned in 2050. Problematic for any practical landfill solutions....


Then he queried the face coverings....


…It is thought likely that tribal face markings in the zones are used mostly to avoid face recognition from satellites and covert surveillance. Different factions, tribes and even ad hoc groups have adopted more uniform styles which signal gang and other connections. These signals change regularly to avoid detection and discovery. 


It is understood that the underground activities that connect tribes, gangs, and families, have adopted coded clothing and other paraphernalia. Information is unconfirmed….these are theoretical assumptions based on data we have stripped whenever possible from prisoners or members of subversive factions….


The woman with the cat stops Renyke in his tracks. Her cat stares at him making eye contact and edging forward. Renyke also stops.


'Hey, Mr. Come on man, you must need something? You want some toggies? I swap the coat for a nice jacket I got me just yesterday.’


Renyke shook his head with one eye on the cat who was looking restless.


'You want some tits-n-ass maybe.....food? Man you look hungry in yo skinny moves.'


Renyke side stepped the woman and continued walking, not really sure what she meant. The dialect was a strange mix of unknown words and rhythmic intonation, almost songlike.


'A bank maybe, or a charge point?’ Shouted the woman as Renyke moved on.

He stopped suddenly and queried, 'There's a bank?’


'Of course,' said the woman, 'what you take us for, wild ignorant animals?' She laughed hysterically at her own joke, and Renyke smiled. The cat finally stopped staring.


'Yes, I need a bank,' Said Renyke.


'Come with me,' said the woman.




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