Chapter Eleven Page 9
Apr24
(PING) New Message
Just got a visit request from . . .
Cohen: Well, this is interesting. Cybele, pretend you have real opinions for a second. How would you feel about meeting a new visitor?
Cybele: What, right now?
Cohen: No. In the near future. There’s a gentleman who’s taken an interest in your kind’s legal status. And who, apparently, would like to meet our resident law-breaking Being in person. Fellow by the name of Arthur Bennett.
Cybele: Ooh! Sure, he can come visit!
Cohen: Good, since I was planning to go ahead whether you approved or not . . .
. . . Wait a second. How do you recognize his name?
Cybele: I’ve seen him on TV!
Cohen: Oh.
The springing rabbit ears gave me a good chuckle when I needed one.
Nice save, Cybele.
For the head of a Fortune 500, not a lot of deductive reasoning there.
Hey, a drunk man who can tell that B doesn’t necessarily mean A happened because B can be backed by loads of other things? Cohen’s doing pretty decently, I reckon.
If A, then B. If B…?
People rarely get this one right, oddly enough.
Normally, I’d make a wish that Bennett be on the ball during this meeting, but really, he needs to finds a ball to be ON first. Either that, or resign himself to blowing his own cover…
Four… ears?
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Who cares! Cutest image ever!!! <3<3<3
(pardon my squee–she IS that cute! :D)