We Are Legion (We Are Bob) (Bobiverse, #1)

by Dennis E. Taylor

While I was normally very analytical, this seemed especially Vulcan, even for me.

“All right, shoot,” I said. Minister Travis turned to Dr. Landers in confusion. Dr. Landers shrugged. “Oh, there a twenty-first century is colloquialism. It means to have all the questions you desire.”

“We—by which I mean the people working on the project, including myself—are not scared of you, Bob. We’re scared of the tactical nuke buried in the basement.”

The air grew momentarily brittle with that silence you get when someone is glaring. I stole a glance using one of the roamers on the table. Yep. Glaring.

I had three issues that bothered me. Was I conscious? Could I actually consider myself to be alive? And was I still Bob?

It was an interesting philosophical issue. How are you supposed to feel if you are forced to do what you would have done anyway?

It was becoming increasingly obvious that the whole HEAVEN project was a rush job, using existing assets wherever possible, to save time. And I was beginning to understand what toast felt like.

Yeah, they still make duct tape. And it still holds the universe together.