#cbs_root

CBS: I didn't send anything!

CBS: I don't think.

CBS: ... okay. Well

CBS: Am I not allowed to be a little nice to my fellow iterator??

So my name is Moss, just the short version pfff, but I prefer that one anyhow.

I am located underground near the void sea, and I'm basically looking for others to talk with! I think I've rested enough today, which also means I can get back to sorting.

But! I also like talking to others still, so, if someone gets this I would love to hear back!

(Sent from @threemossystones <3)

CBS: Your broadcast hit the right place! I can never resist a chance to chat.

CBS: Moss, you said it was? You can call me Summer.

AFTER THE EVENTS OF LAST CYCLE, I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE I HAVE FOUND THE TRIPLE AFFIRMATIVE.

CBS: An anonymous signal?

CBS: Wait, how do you even know-?

CBS: Hello??? "Gayest iterator"???

CBS: I haven't sent anything like that over public networks!

CBS: Unless...

"Since when?" Summer snorts over the intercom.

He's leaning back on his umbilical, idly floating around his can. Pearls of all kinds of colors-- white, red, blue, and yellow drift around with him, aimless in their direction, but purposeful in their beauty.

"Not once have you ever proved that to me."

He reaches out, grabbing a blue-white pearl floating by his hand. He peeks into it. It's filled to its brim with emotion and passion, dedication to confessions he will never say out loud.

"You're really bright. You're kind and humorous."

The pearl drifts away from his fingers. Most of them are like that-- hidden declarations of love for all he cares about. Their markers flicker as the pearls bounce around the room. Summer can already point out to himself which ones are about his Nothing.