I held an air-horn over my head and pressed the button. A loud blaaaat
“Hey, everyone. Welcome to the first Bob-moot. I’ve built a matrix here at the Skunk Works that is more than big enough to handle everyone in the bobiverse in VR.”
“Bobiverse? Really?” Garfield gave me the stink-eye.
I laughed. “Just thought of it. I think it’s pretty good, actually.”
“Bobiverse. BobNet. This galaxy may not be big enough for our ego.” Garfield tried his best to look disapproving, but it’s hard to fool yourselves.
I looked around at my audience. Not a huge crowd at this point. I had Riker, Homer, and the other clones from Sol; Bart and his clones in Alpha Centauri; and the Bobs on the way to Omicron2 Eridani with the colonists. That last group would be out of touch in another month or so, when their tau got too high for VR interfacing. Hopefully by then, a few other Bobs would have picked up the SCUT plans and linked in.
Homer cupped his hands around his mouth and gave me a loud boo.
I looked around the group. “Okay, guys. I’m hoping we can make this a regular thing. It helps to keep everyone up to date.”
“Plus it’ll give you an excuse to inflict baseball on us!” Bart yelled.
We all popped over to the pub VR and settled into chairs. Time to celebrate.