Book 4: Chapter 1: Escape
Bob
July 2334
Three Lagoons
I stared, stunned, at the radio. “What. The. Hell.”
“You can’t be more surprised than me, Bob. Last time I saw you, you didn’t have fur.”
“Last time I saw you, you weren’t commanding an armed resistance group of otters. I—”
“What is this?” Natasha snarled. “What language are you speaking? Speak Quinlan, or this meeting is over!”
I gave the radio an OK hand gesture, which didn’t particularly mean anything to a Quinlan, but would to Bender. It occurred to me that I didn’t actually know if the radio had a video feed. Bender’s comment about my current couture could have been an assumption based on me supposedly looking like a Quinlan. “Sorry, your highness. Turns out your representative here speaks my home dialect.”
“That didn’t sound like any Quinlan I’m familiar with.”