Book 5: Chapter 30: Revisions
Bob
November 2342
In Virt
Ireceived an invitation from Theresa, promising a surprise of some sort. I’d have visited anyway, but now my curiosity was up. I knocked and was admitted into her VR in Quinlan form. Theresa was reclining on a chaise, with a bowl of squiz on a side table. She had settled on an open-concept shelter, as in no walls. Partly covered by a pergola, it was essentially a patio with some accessories. The weather was always warm and dry in VR, and anyway, Quinlans were furry, so most of the reasons for an enclosed domicile were moot.
Even with the Bobs, it was more a matter of habit than any real necessity. And why not? Henry Roberts lived full-time on a boat, and I’d heard rumors of some other ex-humans who had taken up the Davy Crockett lifestyle full-time in VR.
Theresa smiled at me, waiting. Obviously, I was supposed to figure out the punch line myself. I looked around, somewhat at a loss. The weather was nice; the foliage was foliage-like; little animals and Quinnish bugs buzzed around. The view was clear out to the horizon … the horizon.
I did a slow three-sixty. “This is a planetary surface?”
“Right the first time. I extracted some archival footage from Anec. This is Quin, before the—what did you call it?”
“Jackpot. It’s an allusion to a famous and very popular author from when I was alive. It means when a whole bunch of crap hits at once and takes civilization down.”