“Our time will come, Bombie.”
Lt. Tealy and “Bombie”
“Stop talking to that thing,” demanded similarly teal colored Cpt. Jiff from the ALIVE couch. Welcome back Jiff! “And get out of my sink while you’re at it.”
“Both of you just stop yammering on,” commanded Col. Tillie from the bomb shelter’s lone computer terminal. “I’m trying to think of my, I mean, *our* next move.”
But it didn’t take her long to fall asleep again while playing 3 dimensional computer chess, lost in a confusing vortex of time, space and options.
We shall return here. Btw, we’re still in Golden Sink, formerly Golden City. Or soon-to-be Golden City. Something.
Sunklands 