All These Worlds (Bobiverse, #3)

by Dennis E. Taylor

The internet hadn’t really changed that much in two hundred years.

“I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here.”

glanced around at the crowd. Four or five dozen versions of my face looked back at me. Smiles, nods, frowns of concentration predominated. Okay, not so bad. Bobs were not subtle. If our presentation had been less than interesting, we’d know it.

I walked to the elevators at the end of the bay and got in with a half dozen random strangers. Interestingly, two hundred years later and twenty light years away, people still behaved the same in elevators as they did in Original Bob’s day. Everyone turned to face the doors, and ignored each other.

Probably always will, nervous quiet.

Some people just seemed to want to display their power by defining what others could or couldn’t do.

Let it happen. Mourn. And don’t get all bent out of shape when other people don’t mourn as deeply.