We Are Legion (We Are Bob)

Herschel

February 2345

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Will pinged us while we were in the lounge. I looked over at the manny pods; gave Neil an eyebrow waggle, which he answered with a grin; and sent Will a manny address. In moments, one of the pods opened, and Will stepped out.

“Nice,” he said, looking around. “But this isn’t a Skywalker, right?”

I shook my head. “No, those are still a long way from being generally useful. Although we’ve been able to find a couple of uses where we need to change shape to get at things. But since we built the lounge”—I gestured to the room—“we started working on being able to entertain visitors in real. Coffee?”

“Always.” Will frowned, then looked around. “Hmm … I guess I have to find a physical place to sit. I actually tried to invoke a chair for a moment. Speaking of,” he said, plunking himself down on a handy couch, “I guess someone has to actually make coffee?”

I smiled as Jeeves entered the room, looking like John Cleese from his Monty Python days, with three cups on a tray. Will did a double take. “You’ve instantiated Jeeves into a manny? You guys have way too much time on your hands. I need to give you more work.”

“Like extracting thirty thousand people from Romulus?” I replied. “Operation Bug-Out isn’t going—”