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Commissions status
Immortalisation - Otterlyinspired (Finished - Writing)
Immortalisation - Justink313 (Finished - Writing)
Immortalisation - Justink313 (Finished - Writing)
Chapter - Dakai (Sketching)
Incantation - bobbybilly (Inking - Writing)
Trade - Bunnypen (Lighting - Writing)

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-Oh please, turn it on!

Dr Astrid Davis was facing this moth-woman who was begging her to turn on her phone, pleading with her eyes twenty centimetres from her face. Despite the chitinous patches covering her body, she was very expressive. Faced with such a bizarre situation, Astrid obeyed. The Librarian of Netsethk immediately concentrated on the screen, no longer gesticulating or saying a word, hypnotised by the light.

-You... you were saying what's your name?
-No name. Librarian of Netsethk. Residents call me Bib.
-Oh. Bib, that'll be fine. And you're in charge of... Technology?
-Yes. In charge. Of technology. Department.

Eventually, the screen turns off. As it did so, the giant moth seemed to regain her senses and her extravagance.

-Yes! Head of the Technology Unit at Owlverlord Manor! Would you like to see my office? It's full of screens!

Bib didn't wait for Astrid's reply. Taking her by the arm, she led her into the office from which she had just come.
Dr Davis was speechless. It was as if she was in the lair of an ultra-specialised geek, a stock exchange centre where thousands of transactions took place and a high-tech, even futuristic spaceship. There was everything from every era, some of it more advanced than anything she knew. Once again in front of so many screens, the moth-woman calmed down.
-Here. Is my lair. You welcome. You are free. To use the facilities. Available. Request a terminal. I'll create. A user session. Suitable.
-T-thank you, Bib.

Astrid felt a bit lonely. She had here all the choices she needed to contact the outside world.

But who?