Chapter Seventeen
Mirrors
“Large is a mere five-letter word.”—LM-2
The Foreigners headed out of the city with no idea what to do next.
Foreigner One eyed LM-2. She had nearly landed them in it . . .
“What the hell was all that innovation stuff about?” said Foreigner Two.
“I was thinking on my feet,” she said.
“Thinking on your feet? If it weren’t for Himself talking about the spaceships, we’d have been strung up on a wall like those god-awful skins.”
“I don’t think so,” she muttered.
“If you don’t come up with something innovative, we’ll be excommunicated—sent to the Aliens.”
“Hardly,” said LM-2. “We Foreigners do all the work—the city would shut down without us.”
“She has a point,” said Foreigner Two.
“And I have an idea,” said LM-2.
“Pfff—you? An idea?” said Foreigner One.
