Wednesday November 19, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part IV: Fuller's Soap


Kevyn: Thurl, Ennesby. . . Start sniffing around the quantum Swiss-cheese Credomar calls a network.
Kevyn: Somebody supplied these "Southies" with anti-matter. It's the same flavor we tasted in those missiles.
Lota: Were those the same missiles that precipitated a tank chassis' conversion into Lota?
Kevyn: Congratulations, Para! Your robot can add two and two.
Lota: Those making this antimatter are worthy of both gratitude and vengeance from Lota.
Kevyn: Also, it's having an existential moment.