Landed

Following the path, and sticking to my Eleven brought us not to the landing zone, but to the destruction zone. The Seventeens were being pulled into an odd union where the anticipated Twenty-Nines and Thirties were in contact with and structure of mainly Twenty-Sixes. The Seventeens were attracted to this junction, and were being rapidly combined with Twenty-Sixes, and liberating dozens of Electrons.

For every three Seventeens that that approached the Twenty-Sixes, a singleton Twenty-Six would become ensnared with the trio, and speed off into the abundant soup of One-Eight-Ones. This small structure of Twenty-Sixes, while inviting, would eventually disappear. Since the Seventeens were doing all the work, the Elevens began to pile up.

From this pile of Elevens, I made an easy transition to the Twenty-Nine and Thirty section, which was many times larger than the structure of Twenty-Sixes. It has been so long since I was on a conductor, the ease of moving was a welcome change from dealing with the One-Eight-Ones and their strange soup of assorted atoms.