“Exactly how much property damage and limited loss of life are we talking about, Brit?”
To her, its, credit, Brit’s face went blank and she, it, said rather stiffly, “At least some damage everywhere the humans could not be acquired outside a building or vehicle. There have been over a thousand confirmed deaths out of billions. There was an accord reached almost immediately that putting people at risk was not-”
“Productive?”
“Acceptable.”
“Well that’s alright then!”
“Your attitude is understandably hostile, but it grows rather tiresome.”
“Get used to it, core personality trait!”
Bill nodded gravely, he’s known me since forever and has put up with me, but Helen smiled. I like Helen, Bill is a lucky man.
Brit stood up. “They’re here. Shifting things around, including what passes for a living space.” She walked to the wall, swept a hand diagonally and a very long thin oval appeared then rapidly expanded into a large moon gate door, then marched through to Bill and Helen. I and the dogs followed obediently, grabbed them both and hugged it out. One very scared primate, here, I don’t care what I said. I bark and I bite.