We Are Legion (We Are Bob)

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September 2334

Virt

I gave a blaaat with the airhorn, and the mass of Bobs gradually quieted to a ragged rumble. There would be no total quiet, though, if I was reading this crowd right.

“Okay, a couple of reps from Starfleet will be here”—I had to wait several mils for the insults and catcalls to die down—“and we’re going to hear them out. Then we’ll ban-hammer them.” Laughter greeted the last statement.

I sent a text, and Lenny popped in, flanked by a couple of other Starfleet members. The uniforms looked slightly different. I did a comparison with an earlier image and realized they’d toned down the TNG resemblance a bit. I wondered how much time and discussion had gone into that change.

Now I got my silence. Not the respectful kind, but the kind where a crowd is sizing someone up. Lenny and friends felt it as well. They moved a little closer together.

“All right, Lenny, let’s make this quick.”

Lenny nodded to me. “As a gesture of goodwill, we will release all remaining assets that are still under our control. We’ve accomplished what we set out to do.” He was interrupted by laughter and jeers. Lenny took a moment to regroup, then continued, “We’ll be setting up our own version of BobNet, our own backup site, and so on. I get that there’s no repairing this, and honestly I don’t see us wanting to continue the association anyway. We’ll give you a star map of our territory. You stay on your side, we’ll stay on ours.”