"Well they smell like gym clothes," Jacob said.

We were all in the big padded suits. And they did smell a bit. And had odd stains.

"They are a bit difficult to wash. And even the biggest butterflies have a hard time dragging them to the laundry room," @Tisa Fritillary said. She was flitting around, giving us instructions on how to tighten up the abdomen and get the wings unfurled.

"Yes, I think that will do fine," Tisa said. "Now, if you'll just walk back here, to the de-anthropomorphizer..."

The legs were hard to get to work.

"And I can't see a thing through these compound eyes," said Talia.

"Oh you'll get the hang of it all soon enough," Tisa said. "Right over here. Walk into the light..."

The Butterfly Gym was filled with butterflies. All kinds. Tiger Swallowtails, Cabbage White, Mourning Cloak. They flittered all around us, and I was worried about hurting one if I moved too quickly.

"Oh, don't worry about them," @Tisa Fritillary said. "They're all animatronic."

They looked real enough to me. But why was the Butterfly Gym full of fake butterflies?

"This is just for the tourists," Tisa said. "The real gym is in the back. I'm so glad you came!"

Tisa flitted on Maia's nose and made her laugh.

"But first you've got to put these on," Tisa said. She landed on a touchpad on the wall and a wardrobe opened up. It was full of human-sized butterfly suits.

"We were promised no gym clothes," Talia said, looking rude.

"Oh it's not gym clothes," Tisa said. "It's battledress."

There were posters on the windows of the Butterfly Gym. Recruitment posters, with colorful illustrations of svelte butterflies inviting you to join them on their way to a beautiful butterfly future. Maia was peeking through the glass between them.

"I see @Tisa Fritillary!" she said. "Let's go in!"

"There's nothing to DO here," Talia said, sitting in the garden.

"Yeah. Let's take the bus into town. There must be a mall," said Jacob.

"Didn't we already find out that's a bad idea?" I asked.

"We should all go to the Butterfly Gym," Maia said. "I talked to @Tisa Fritillary on lower campus Sunday and she says it's awesome and we should check it out."

"I hate the gym," Talia said. "It's a ritualized capitalist behavior modification that enforces supremacy culture and colonizes alienation directly into our bodies."

"And the mall isn't?" I asked.

"And they stink," said Jacob.

"No, not the Butterfly Gym," Maia said, "It's more of a cooperative activity. And it's super low impact. You don't even need gym clothes."

Jacob skipped another rock on the reflecting pool. Two bounces.

"Ok. We could at least go look in the window," Talia said.

The mall in my home town was getting deader by the day, but we all hung out there. Talia, Jacob, Maia and me.

When the mall cop yelled "TIME MOLD" we thought he was saying "Time Ooot!" like maybe he was Canadian. But we followed him down an employee tunnel and he opened a closet and started pulling spacesuits out.

"Evac suits! Zip in!"

Pretty soon the walls disintegrated and we could see the parts of the mall floating away... the closed up movie theater, the dried up ice rink, the Cinnabon.

We lost the mall cop in the chaos, but somehow found our way to the big green lawn outside the library at Psyhigh.

I'd like to find that mall cop and thank him.