“So you finally found me. Through a brain-daze of all things What is it. Daydreaming Gamer?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “Although it could have just as easily been Lettuce Walk.”
She let out a short grunt. Acknowledgement? Or does she know something I don’t? I looked back into the expanse of the apartment. She made pretty good as a brain-daze editor, could afford one of the nicer digs in Kabusie here. Above most of the crime and grime. Above the world of the ditches which I knew fascinated her now. Thanks to the robot.
I gazed at the pseudo-flathead style version again she’s working on at her nearby table, parts shipped in from Montana. “Soo, you’re really going to go in there with that thing? Think you can actually make communication with ’em?”
“Plan to.” That’s all I could get out of her in that direction. “Speaking of which: How’s Panama?”
“I told her no on the Canal mission. Haven’t heard from her since. Satisfied?” I left out “lover” to end that sentence. Which way did she swing? Which way did *I* swing?
But, whatever, I had a base of operations in Kabusie. Door couldn’t be locked once I stepped in, rules of the game. We could be simply roommates or we could be more. Didn’t have to choose right this instant. Had time to figure things out, how the cards were played, what side of the shore we’re on, etc.
In the meantime, there were always brain-dazes. Lexi understandably had quite the collection.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 