Mode Switch

With cadre of Shorties, the extra neutrons on my Shorty were no longer a detriment. Able to rely on the attractive nature of the other three Shorties, I was able to keep up as the four of us made a formation similar to the Seven triple-One at the lead end. I and the heavy Shorty took up the central position, like the Seven, and the other three were in positions that were symmetrical and between the Ones that clung to my Seven.

Together, we were able to make significant progress, but I was still falling behind and preferred the nimbleness of a single Shorty. With all attempts to pull off a soup switch yielding something different, I decides that it might be easier to effect a transfer if we were not so polar. A quick scan set up a course change and the cadre of Shorties began their collision course with a nearby meshwork that surrounded a holding zone for a number of Elevens.

Travel was quicker that I had imagined, and in moments, we were swapping a One off of the Seven, and down toward the Eights. Meshed with the membrane and the sea of Ones that constantly tickle and beg for your attention got exactly that. I began a rapid spin-flip sequence and dove into the welcoming sea of Ones, of in pursuit of the nearest of the three light Shorties.