And my motives used to be so pure.

Can you imagine what it must be like to be an ant?

Problems that humanity deals with would seem irrelevant - the warming of the planet and all it's related consequences, the population explosion and the subsequent issues, including overcrowding and famine, the expansion of information, and the overwhelming perseverance of human violence. But there would be other problems - like the catastrophe of the appearance of an anteater or another predator animal. There would be tasks like to gather food. And there would be nothing but the colony and the queen.

Now imagine if an ant were to become a human. How difficult it would be to grapple with basic bodily functions, and the variety of emotions and chemical responses each action and reaction brings. Even humans must learn to walk - can you imagine if an ant tried to learn to be bipedal? I imagine it would be a task more monumental than for a human to enter space.

It's difficult to think outside your boundaries, no matter what you start as. Difficult to understand something or someone on a scale dimensions different than yours.

This is how I feel the Admiral sees us.

[PRIVATE to Ivy]

How would you feel about beehives in the greenhouse? I think they would benefit the plants greatly.

[PRIVATE to the ADMIRAL]

Would you permit beehives to be added to the greenhouse?

[PRIVATE to DRACULA]

I'm sorry that I killed you.

I'm sorry if my brother was rude to anyone. He can sometimes be a bit abrasive, especially given these circumstances.

Admiral, I'd like to be the supervising warden of the greenhouse.

Rasitlin, how are you feeling?

[LOCKED to LUA]

What sort of things does Richie like?

Hello, this is Castiel.

I presume my vessel's change in gender is due to the flood, as a number of others seem to also experienced such changes. I would've figured more people would be more surprised, as gender seems to be an important element in one's identity.

Does anyone know when things will return to as they were?

I can't give this body up. Not now, and not to these men, and not for these purposes. Though I see that I'm not the only one with this mistake - perhaps some sort of port torture, I think, that has given me this threat and stricken me of all but the barest essence of my grace.

If there is any sort of team involved in fighting in this dimension, I'm interested, though I admit I'm not very effective without my strength.

[PRIVATE to BUFFY]

Are you on this world? Is Dean here? Is he safe? Please tell me you know. Be careful. I can't protect you like I am. And I'm afraid of what he'll ask if I protect him.

[WARDEN FILTER]

Has there been any news of Dean? The possibility of two wardens being incapacitated is unpleasant. Though I have all confidence he can rescue himself from any attackers, it still concerns me that he is imprisoned somewhere.

The Admiral truly has no interested in maintaining order in his prisoners.

Also, is it common for the barge inhabitants to be powerless?

[PUBLIC]

I've been to the greenhouse and found it lacking. Is there a place to put in a form to ask for certain seeds or plants? Where would these even be acquired?

[EDITED TO ADD, SHORTLY AFTER, PRIVATE to KAY.]

Buffy's alerted me that Dean's escaped and is safe.

.... Dean has contacted me. He sounds sufficiently healthy.