Pangaea was at first confused by Littlefoot’s words, until he realized that he was referring to the fact that most of the GOF members only knew each other online, and had never personally met. Truthfully, he was a little uneasy about explaining such a difficult concept with such a large crowd (by his standards) around him, especially with Mr. Threehorn and Pterano around, but he didn’t want to be rude, either.
“Well,” he said, “you’re right that most of usóif not all of usóhave never seen each other, but it’s actually because we all live so far away from one another. The thing is, we can still communicate with one another, because of these...thingies we have called computers.”
He struggled to find an analogy. “It’s like...well...think of a little cave opening that you can’t physically enter, but can talk into. Now imagine that you have friends all over the world who have their own little cave entrances, and even though they’re far apart, all the caves open up into the same big cavern. Everyone can talk into their own cave, and everyone else can hear them, even though they can’t see each other. In our terms, each of the little caves is a computer, and the cavern is the GOF.”
He shrugged. “Mind you, that’s not literally how the GOF works, but it’s the best way I could think of to explain it. Sorry if I didn’t do very well. It’s REALLY hard to describe.”