Chapter Twenty-Two
Vegas’s Journey
“Besides, robots were being developed, used, advertised; how long would it be before they developed a robotic womb and got rid of women altogether?”—A scientist in the fertilizing plant
Vegas looked at her trusty, “only available for the Voted In” transportable H-Pad. It had a tiny screen and was of the waterproof variety. She toyed with the receptor, flicked it on and off (which was a waste of time as Hilda could override all flicking of switches), and sighed.
Hilda would want an update soon. In fact, Vegas wondered what was holding her up.
She let out another long sigh. What the pickle was she going to say?
My map dissolved quicker than a salt tablet, no idea where I am—not to worry, fairy godmother’s here!
She could just imagine Hilda’s reaction
