Alice projected her face onto the flapping wall with wide-o-vision.
The women crammed into the tent, plonking themselves on benches and tables, while the robots lounged about the back like builders on a tea break. With the hearing of sheepdogs, the vision of eagles, and the memory of, well, microchips, they didn’t even need to be in the tent. But H2 insisted.
Unimpressed, they all stared at her youthful face.
“We need to be strong for each other,” she said.
No one said anything.
“Think of each other, and the planet.”
A few pulled faces.
“It will only get worse if we don’t.”
“Here we go,” muttered a voice from the back.
“And we will all suffer.”
“Told you.”
“Shhhh,” hissed Verruca.
“Besides, I have reinforcements.”
“What, a couple of footmen?” snapped Howard.
“An expert in the
