DocSlime We shall go speak to them, I suppose.
I pull out my EyePhone XI and attach it over my left ear. With a set of neural implants in my head, I turn it on with my mind, and type in some numbers
“Hmm...let me see if I remember it...420-FRESH. And, call.”
The EyePhone dials the number, and it soon is answered.
“What’s up, my dude? Look, I know you’re trying to take a rest from all this, but I need you one last time. Look, I’ll come with you. Look, I know that bounty hunter on Tachyon 5 changed your mind, but this time, I promise, one last job. Please. For an old friend.”
Silence ensues for a minute from the phone and me. It suddenly continues talking.
“You’ll do it? Thanks, man! I’ll meet you at the UG Headquarters, alright? Docking Port Alpha-50. Ok, yup. Bye, bye, homes.”
I hang up, and prepare to embark on my trip with my very special friend...
