May 11 2021, 11:29 AM
The Echoing Grays knew words, but not their meanings. Each sound, each syllable, the whole colony picked up on--their ears cupped forward, their large eyes gleaming in the dark. They memorized the sounds, to mix them around and repeat them; but they didn't know what it was that they'd be communicating. Only the sound; never the meaning.
It was pure accident, then, that the screeching voice that called back delivered a scathing insult:
"AH, NO! I GOT STUCK COPYING IDIOTS!"
...probably, at least.
It was pure accident, then, that the screeching voice that called back delivered a scathing insult:
"AH, NO! I GOT STUCK COPYING IDIOTS!"
...probably, at least.