Tell you what, Fred,” I answered. “Why don’t you bend way over, stick your head up your own butthole, and keep pushing until you disappear completely. - Dennis E. Taylor

I dismissed my VR and frame-jacked up to maximum. At this level, I could sense jitter in my perceptions as my hardware attempted to pixelate reality.

We — by which I mean the people working on the project, including myself — are not scared of you, Bob. We’re scared of the tactical nuke buried in the basement.” If I’d still had eyebrows, they would have shot right off my head. “Habba-whaaa?

I’d made a decision to help the Deltans avoid extinction. What had started as a small, anonymous intervention quickly turned into a full-time job as The Bawbe, resident sky god.