Chapter Ten“I uber-loaded a googlegig of music last summer,” Jason said to his only friend on the skyship. “Music which might make my listeners hurt somebody if we're not careful.”
“Hurt somebody, pet? Not me. Not Zibb.”
“There was only you, Zibb, dancing that first night to the rock music. If I stood in the middle of Queen Taranta and her wasp soldiers, hurled an awesome bass into the room, or a hip-hop rock song, or even a new jazz, what would happen? Would they lay their weapons down, open the doors for us, allow us to dance out on the plains of Himachal Pradesh and run to the caves?”
“That's your plan, pet? I don't know. I must think about that.”
To find perhaps the local freedom fighters? Zibb seemed to agree. Freedom! To find scientists and a lab, to discover a sound that would c
