Book 4: Chapter 11: Breaking In
Bob
October 2333
Outskirts, Eta Leporis
No plan ever survives contact with the enemy.
Okay, the Snarks weren’t the enemy as such, but they were the opponent in the scenario we were executing. And the viewer count on our remote feed probably included half the Bobiverse currently in range of BobNet.
“There’s a gaggle of Boojums heading for the entrance,” Bill said.
“Should it be gaggle?” someone asked over the intercom channel. “How about murder?”
“How is that better? Crows or geese. Either way—”
The argument went viral, and soon there was an actual discussion channel dedicated to the question of what unit would be used to describe a gathering of Boojums. Or maybe Booja. The question of plurals had a side discussion of its own going. I shook my head in disbelief and chuckled. Replicative drift or not, Original Bob was still very much alive in this gaggle of post-singularity replicants. Or maybe herd. Or pack.