Decades passed.
Then a strange, retangular light grew in the sky, dimming even the sun, preceding a thundrous voice — "I think I found it, girl." — and a constellation-sized hand that brushed the Moon aside as if it were dust.
"Your toy bounced into this solar system."

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" 'War Cake (1940)' A cake recipe. I wonder how it tastes?" — a woman's voice called out, "Who's there?"
Without thinking, Maeve replied, "It's me, Maeve."
"Maeve? I don't get a sense of you. Have you not added a stitch?"

5/5

Maeve studied all she had uncovered until it became late — too late. "OMG! Bedtime."
Carefully she folded the tapestry back on itself, intent on clearing a path between her bedroom and bathroom. When she laid the end down on a decorated letter sampler —

4/5

A finely stitched picture of a typewriter was preceded by a tractor which, in turn, was preceded by a horse and plow. A portrait of a family of four was preceded by one of six three metres away, preceded by one of seven, each showing fashions thirty years apart.

3/5

She removed more of the narrow fabric, laying it flat on the floor until it stretched to the end of her hall. And still there was more left in the wooden box.
Between pastoral scenes and floral designs, Maeve sensed she was looking at a sort of family album.

2/5

Lucy spied in one of these legends 4 rows of 12 cocoons each, all seemingly treating the injured. "And there are 3!" Inside individual cocoons she witnessed various mechanical tools cleaning, incising, mending, and closing injuries.
She turned and spotted James.

8/8

They went to where the injured lay, selecting and scooping up those onto their bodies by some unknown determination. Once ladened, the machines returned to their larger counterparts, when they discharged their loads into what only could be fathomed as cocoons.

7/8

Lucy stepped to a hatch to greet their rescuers, but no human came forth. Instead, the behemoths expanded, sides, rear, and tops extending outwards, tripling their size. Once settled, low multi-appendaged machines were birthed from them, and moved on their own accord.

6/8

from the long ago.
The machines had large symbols covering their surfaces. The twin healers, Logan and Lucy, recognized their symbol for succor. Laughter mingled with their tears. So many needed treatment and they were only two. Two of so few remaining, and ill-equipped.

5/8