[The hand is small, slanted, and the letters and words have barely any spaces between them. There are no flourishes, swoops, or other such things; everything is compact--like the writer is more used to making notes in margins and along diagrams than writing across a full page. Letters appear very quickly.]
Testing, testing...
What a place--what a
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Thank you kindly, good sir or lovely lady.
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I know little of engineering, and very little more of plant life, but [pause]
In many, heartwood perishes as outer layers flourish. That is why large ones are, so often, hollow. The heartwood is able to rot, or be consumed by insects, while at the same time the rest of the tree still flourishes.
Perhaps this tree, too, is hollow. Perhaps the shaft of the turbolift was built into this hollow. I do not know.
It appears that there is a discrepancy between what I thought I knew about plant life and what I truly know.
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Is a "turbolift" another word for an elevator?
That's interesting, and I'll admit the finer details of trees--especially magical huge ones--escape me, but it seems the shaft is built quite close to the bark, and not in the heartwood. Though, I could be wrong. And there's more to building an elevator than just hollowing out the shaft, too. A device like that doesn't just need a counterweight but a power source, too. All in all, quite a mystery.
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[pentaps]
I've heard it's more dangerous to write than to talk.
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