Howard
July 2198
Interstellar Space
I was less than a third of the way to my destination when I received an email from Dexter. In a mont of weakness, I’d asked him to let know any news about the Brodeurs.
Dexter included a bunch of other stuff in the email as well. Maybe he wanted to distract ; maybe he wanted to it to seem like the ssage wasn’t all about Bridget. Don’t know, but I appreciated the effort.
In any case, it looked like things were going well, in general. Butterworth had retired—well-deserved, in my opinion. The population of the system was up around a hundred thousand people now. Human-crewed spaceships were becoming commonplace, and the donuts made up an increasingly minor part of the food supply chain. Dexter apparently now had so of that forrly mythical free ti, and was putting together so of Bill’s asteroid movers.
New Jerusalem was now a full-fledged democracy. Seed so incriminating videos had gotten out and Cranston had to step down. In the resulting ss, the citizenry had decided to separate Church and State once again.
I laughed as I read the details. No doubt Cranston had his suspicions, but there was no way to trace anything back to Will or myself. Speaking of, I fired off an email to Will, in case he had more juicy info.
Things were going well. If it weren’t for the Others, humanity would be in a good place.
And that was it for the delaying tactics. With a sigh, I went on to the part about the Brodeurs.
Okay, not terrible. They had a son. They’d nad him Howard.
I smiled, as the ssage beca suddenly blurry. I would have to send a short thank-you note.
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