The longer she stared at the digital clock hung up on the wall, the more she realized how long she had lived her life not knowing the concept of juncture or even punctuality. There had never been a need for time. The sun rose each morning and fell asleep each night and such a low amount of information made all the difference to her.
But she was no longer at home. Understanding time, punctuality, and the basic social construct of it all had been demanded of her since she had landed on Earth. She stared at digital clocks, phone clocks, and even grandfather clockworks that decorated certain parts of the tower. At first, these simple decorations meant little to nothing to her. Upon small conversations with different tenants of the tower, she had been shoved into the never ending questions.
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