To Broode

I'm hauling a shipment of interactable smart shoes to Guam, but my second client is a plastics recycling magnate. So I've also got a vintage heli-drone from the telecommunications era.

The annoying person recording the emissions from my vehicle finally flees with their perfectly randomized data shouting only, "I will remember this.".

My ruminations on possible dastardly plots abruptly interrupted, I return to completing my work when a shrill cry echoes in the mist left by the vanishing of the destitute astronomer that took up environmentalism only reluctantly.