hotmtlnovel Book 2: Chapter 70: Conversation
Book 2: Chapter 70: Conversation
Book 2: Chapter 70: Conversation
Howard
May 2211
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Bridget’s voice sounded tired. She was looking better, though, at least over the phone. Her color was coming back, she was starting to take care of herself again. I ached to say something, to take her hand, to—okay, I needed to cut off that train of thought. I silently chanted ephemeral a half-dozen times. It didn’t help.
“But it wouldn’t be me, would it, really?” Bridget’s image in the video window smiled.
Her sad smile was a pale ghost of the high-wattage grin that I remembered from better days. I swallowed and, after a false start or two, replied, “That’s a philosophical argument that I freely admit I’m not able to be objective about. I’m not Original Bob. I’m not even Bob-1 or Will or Charles. But I’m me, and I feel just as alive as Original Bob did.”
I stood up and began to pace around my apartment. The image that Bridget’s phone displayed to her would, of course, stay centered on me. “It would be you in very real ways, Bridget. I don’t know from souls, but in every other way, you would live on.”
“I mentioned the idea casually,” Bridget said after a moment of silence. “The girls looked horrified. Even Howie looked unsure. And you know he’s all about you and the other Bobs.”
I smiled in response. Bridget’s son was certainly my biggest fan.
I hesitated before continuing. “Look, Bridget, it’s not like any decision is irrevocable. Except the one that’s in force if and when. I checked with Benning. All you need to do is have her record a video call where you state your wishes. It counts as a codicil. You can record a new one any time.”
“I know, Howard. And for the moment, at least, I’ll have to pass.”
“Maybe he’s a Pak Protector.” Bill grinned at me.
I rolled my eyes. Honestly, sometimes the early-generation Bobs were a bit weird. “Yeah, anyway, he’s military. Or ex-military, whatever. Maybe he can help with the war.”
“Interesting thought, Howard. I’m not against it, by any means. We should run it through a moot before bringing it up with Butterworth, though.”
I nodded, unfazed. Moots were held weekly, these days, because of the Others’ threat. I wouldn’t have to wait long.
* * *
I’d never seen Butterworth actually speechless before. I’d seen him trying not to explode, I’d seen him explode, I’d listened to him explode. This was new. RάNo͍ᛒЕȿ
Butterworth stared into the video window, his jaw hanging slightly open. Finally, he found his voice. “You want to replicate me?”
“Well, eventually. Not like this week. The process can’t be done on a living person, not if you want to be left with a living person afterwards. But I’m building the equipment for—er, for any such circumstance, and it occurred to me that you would be valuable for the war effort.”
Butterworth looked down at his desk in silence. Then he looked up and smiled. “Sure, why not?”
Well, that was easy. “Um, okay. I’ll send you a file with some information. You’ll need to update your will.”
Butterworth nodded and ended the call.