Remnants Of Nothing

Gaius, Pierre-Louis and Shane Corr cycle towards Powelltown.

Shane Corr talks of the old days.

Just my trusty axe and a team of bullocks, says Shane Corr.

Different times, says Gaius. 

Good times, says Shane Corr.

Not for the possums, says Gaius. 

Yeah anyway, says Shane Corr. Nowadays there's no timber mill, no nothing.

Hum, says Gaius.

Except for old remnants, says Shane Corr. Where you headed?

Dowey Spur, says Gaius.

Go up Dowey Spur, cross Dowey Spur Road, and follow the track down the High Lead Incline, says Shane Corr.

For what reason? asks Pierre-Louis.

You can see how they got the logs down, says Shane Corr. With an aerial cable. After my time though.

You just had the bullocks, says Gaius.

Yeah, says Shane Corr. 

Are we there yet? shouts Terence, from the carriage.

You got a kid in there? asks Shane Corr.

A young associate, says Gaius.

And a fruit bat, says Pierre-Louis. And an indisposed skink.

The skink is feeling better, says Gaius. 

The kid might like to see the remnants, says Shane Corr.

He might, says Gaius. But he'll be busy. He'll be working the drone.

You got a drone? says Shane Corr.

We have, says Gaius. And yes, we know the drone may get caught in the trees, which is why we're employing the fruit bat.

Animal intelligence, linked to technology, says Pierre-Louis.

What model of drone? asks Shane Corr.

 A DJ1 Mini 2, says Pierre-Louis.

Not that I know much about drones, says Shane Corr.

They cycle on in silence, for a while.

And what does the skink do? asks Shane Corr.

Nothing, says Gaius. After this, we'll return him to Yellingbo.

Maybe he'd like to see the remnants, says Shane Corr.

An excellent idea, says Gaius. We should ask him.