![]() “You’re not a weevil,” said the little blob. ![]() Or if you’re out working and have your hands full but think you might need to talk to a weevil.” A pause, in which the Sovereign seemed to realize what she’d said. “A lot of weevils won’t take their handheld into town because they’re afraid the constable will take it from them and use the information on it against their families. ![]() “It’s a translator,” said the little blob on the clip in a quiet, tinny voice. With one hand she took the clip from Ashiban’s hand, flicked the side of it with her thumb, and held it out to Ashiban, her attention back on the way ahead of them. Some sort of clip with a round gray blob adhesived to it. A doll made partly from pieces of fabricator plastic and partly from what appeared to be bits of an old, worn-out shirt. A number of other things she couldn’t identify.Ī well between her seat and the Sovereign’s held a tangled assortment of junk. Back behind the seats was an assortment of tools and machines that Ashiban assumed were necessary for farming on a planet. ![]() Ashiban looked around to see what there might be in the car that they could use. They might need to defend themselves some time in the near future. What next? They needed to find out where that town was.
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