"Well, this is just great!" She sighed a bit dramatically. "What am I supposed to..." she stopped, broke a small peace of clay off, and rolled it over and over with her palms. She frowned, not sure what to make of the dry chalk-like substance, that was until she very lightly dowsed it with water... now, it felt squishy and somewhat yucky in her hands. Smiling to herself, she was all ready to send her first successfully made dirt ball to Earth— but how? How was the little dirt ball supposed to get to Earth?... Hmmm... She pondered this thought for a long time, until... she spied something. Yet to the right of her chair was a tube sitting straight-up vertical ways, shifting in her seat she moved slowly... picking up the little dirt ball and dangling it precariously over the top of the tube, instantly she felt a big gust or suction like force forcibly snatch the ball she had created out of her hand, the two fingers that had been gripping onto it so tightly now were sore.

Looking back at her screen she noticed that the once blank looking canvas was now painted with a bit of brown, the brown clay ball she had once described as being a that of a sticky mess, now sat solid. She could believe her eyes— the blank canvas she once new as being that of her desktop now transformed into that of Earth— green grass covered the bottom half of her screen and blue sky's covered the heavens the whole finished product resembled that of a park, a human step onto a dirt path where the little speck fell.

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Eliza smiled to herself, this was an easy enough job... she could happily picture herself doing this for— at least a few years.