Look, now I’m teleporting! This is me getting into the container before I started teleporting.
But now I’m all alone except with Eduardo, and it’s very dark here in the teleporter. It reminds me of being in the river. I don’t think I like teleporting that much.
And it feels like being on a boat, and I don’t like being on boats because they go over the ocean and then I could fall off and rust or it could get angry like the river and then I would rust too. I’m glad I’m just in the teleporter and not on a boat.
I have a long time to think and talk to myself and to Eduardo. And even if I don’t like the container and the river and that my engine doesn’t run well and that I can’t go to Argentina until my interior is better and that I have to go to Illinois first which is even farther away from Argentina than Belize then I can still be happy about being in Illinois soon and seeing Emma’s family and my own garage and getting a new interior and learning how to teleport. It’s okay if it takes us longer to get to Argentina, it just makes the adventure longer.
I wonder how long teleporting takes.
