Notions of a Bicycle (part two)

They took command swiftly, communicating with each other by making rapid-changing tones. These curious but baffling bursts of sounds came from a single flexible aperture located near the upper part of each of the objects. In no amount of time, the creatures hurried by us on their sets of sticks, arriving quickly at various posts; apparently, prearranged sites where functions would soon be performed. Before long, wails of foreign machines began to fill the air. Their nauseous cries combined with the object’s clatter, both of which dampened any possibility for us to conduct rational thought, so we withdrew ourselves to listen.

A short time later, my brothers and sisters and I were put in this darkness where we now rest. The actions of the objects drew no protests from any of us. No, their admirable efficiency reigned for awhile, right up until the final moments when I felt myself being carted upwards, hauled about, and then after a jarring thud, a hushed quite settled over our gathering.

The stillness lasted awhile before this current loud rumbling suddenly invaded our space. Its noise must be the source of vibrations we now feel. And as we travel, the heat, the growling, the bumps and tremors in the dark might possibly continue on forever and ever; only patience will reveal any future knowledge to me.