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LOCATION PONK'S NETHER TREEHOUSE, THE SMP.
AFTER A FEW DAYS OFkeeping in touch and hanging out with ponk, you were invited into his massive treehouse, having to get all the way up to the upper floors before being welcomed in his office area, walking into a clean space with plenty of lighting from grand windowpanes. your eyes darted around the room to see the usual things you'd expect out of an office: desks, writing supplies, bookshelves, and framed displays or wallpapers or art relating to informational studies and research being the big details that stood out.
"please have a seat." ponk directed, pulling out a comfy chair with a leather cushion for you to sit on. he also offered you some pillows and stress/fidget toys as well, letting you get super comfortable before he composed himself, propping himself up and sitting on an empty part of his desk. "so before i introduce this whole math project thing or whatever to you, you have to know why i'm doing this," she began to explain, making you nod and giving her your full attention.
"so-" they played with the hems of their hoodie sleeves a bit and straightened their back out. "if you can't tell, the smp is a world that none of us know about. we all just agree to live under it because that is the only thing we can do. i don't know about you but as a doctor who is interested in science, i think questioning the world around us is vital." they emphasized. "think about this: i don't know how long you've been here but either way, you've probably gotten the premium experience of meeting people and getting used to the kindness in this world right? well, we've all talked about how we got here. that's a very good conversation to get the ball rolling."
"how did we actually get here? why does some of us remember things from the 'outside world?'" ponk gestured with air quotes using his fingers. "and why does some of us not have a clue? i personally can't remember either. some people bring up things within history or within the arts. all we can remember is what makes up our personalities and our interests. that's a given. but to remember an outside world... don't you think that's odd?" they asked, prompting you to slowly nod. "now- i could go on and on about memory and how we got here which is still a mystery, but that's not the point," he redirected, adjusting his posture once more before continuing.
"my point is.. there's a lot of things in this world that are unknown. and i'd like to find answers for them." ponk stated. "i think it's so weird how we've all collectively agreed to never search our atmosphere or form a group of rebels-" as she was talking, she stood up on her desk and jutted her fist up in the air as a sign of pride and power. "like they did in the american revolution. it's a primal instinct shown in philosophy to connect the dots somehow and to question the peculiar. why don't we do that!?" they frantically asked, sitting back down. "i understand the people here are nice and just want to stay peaceful. if someone has bad intentions, they keep it to themselves and make sure they don't harm anyone in the process."
