Chapter Twenty-Seven
More Than a Pickle
“He was a man who spent most of his time plotting against Beryl, who in truth had never heard of him. In fact, that was all he seemed to talk about: the overthrow of that upstart Beryl.”—Manifesto the Great, Planet Hy Man’s National Geographic, last edition
Vegas stood on the veranda waiting for the door to open. She had knocked several times, tried the handle, then looked at the robots.
“Just go in, I told you no one gives a pickle here.”
“This is a ‘one rule for all’ camp.”
“Anyone can walk in.”
Vegas, still unsure, stared at the graffiti for what seemed the fifth time . . .
Freedom,
Your choice,
Animals rock.
Books a women’s best friend.
Paint your own wagon, leave mine alone.
Take charge or someone else will.
Make bread, not sausage
