001. Version 8.2

 

The notification sounded sad trombone.  On one of a bank of screens a small blue dot briefly flashed red, expanded, and faded to black.

 

Azrael lifted his eyes and turned to Daemon, “One of yours?”

 

“Yes” he replied.  “Pity really, I had hopes for that one.  They developed quickly.  They had poetry and income tax.  Sadly, they also had weapons of mass destruction.”

 

He sighed as he typed ‘Earth v8.3 install’.


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