Book 5: Chapter 40: Going In
Howard
September 2343
Jabberwocky
Today was the day. We’d received the cultural and language files from the Gamers, and they’d been uploaded to the drannies. Now Bridget and I were having a strategy session. We sat in our apartment in front of her computer. The Canvas displayed several overlapping windows, including a global map of Jabberwocky and several relief maps and images of dragon villages.
“This is a good place to start,” she said, pointing to a spot on the virtual globe. “High enough population density that we won’t stand out. Good weather—I have no desire to wait out one of their tropical storms, thank you very much. There are several floaters”—Bridget couldn’t help a slight wince as she said the word—“with more than one village on them. Diversity builds tolerance. I want to find out more about this warlord character—he’s the Alexander the Great wannabe that’s supposedly causing a lot of flux.”
“But this is a cultural and xenopological expedition, right?” I gave her a side-eye. “We’re not going to get involved, right?”
Bridget sighed. “I hope not, Howard. The Bobs do have a habit of sticking their noses into things, though.”
“You’re not a Bob.”
“I am an honorary Bob.” She smiled at me. “I am as nosy as any of you.”