We Are Legion (We Are Bob)

Howard

October 2230

Odin

I was standing at the fibrex wall, staring out into the Odin airscape, when Bridget came up and put her hand on my shoulder. The subdued and silent approach made me turn to look at her, already expecting trouble.

Her eyes had a look—haunted, surprised maybe, but not horrified, not panicked. I cocked my head, waiting for her to talk.

She tried several times to smile, before finding her voice. “I’ve been invited to a wedding.”

“Those are always nice. Whose?”

“Howie’s.”

My eyebrows went up. “Hasn’t he skipped a few steps?”