It's not all that uncommon, although rather in frequient now. For souls to wash up on our shores. They were swept farthest out or down and it took them centuries to float into sight of the city.
Alan was one of those, I remeber working on the metal docks. Oh, yeah your still new here...I was working on these docks, we have these cords made of some kind of magical super metal the fallen angels made for us. Liquid metal sticks to them. All around the city we constently dredge for metal. To make anything we can to take our minds off this boring continuious existance.
Alan was one of those, that washed up. I was working at the docks at the time, I wasnt the one that rescued him, I didn't even rush over to help...since you cant really die here. I just continued my dredging. Just another soul to join the flock, just another day for me.
A few weeks later, I heard from dock gossip that Alan was coming to work with our crew. Again not somethign that uncommon. Most people that are rescued usually come to help those that rescue them. Everyone, even those with no memory (or espically those with no memory) seek out any kind of connection to others that they can.
Needless to say, considering the majority of the company that makes up the city...he was used badly. It didnt help that he had a trait others considered a sign of true perversion. He was blind....in a place where no injury was permenant, where all suffered equally, he was blind...and anywho those scum dredgers at the docks see it as a "go nuts" sign.
I always used to wonder back then, what cause disabilities of the soul like that. Needless to say, we arnt really alive you know. We are souls not true bodies...yet even his soul was blind...I can understand how that may have been scary to others.
((to be continued.))