Jack of Harts

The game AIs did not go home after War’s End. We’d worked together for so long that we were just one big family, filling the mixed virtual and physical space of an armed transport designed to have a lot of open space. Sharing a ship with cybers can be interesting. They can store their bodies in a spare corner and just exist in the network for weeks on end because they don’t need a body to live. One day the ship can be empty and quiet, the next we’ve got a hundred or more people hanging out at a barbeque. And yes, they do actually eat. Not for the fuel. For the companionship. Talking. Laughing. Trying new tastes. And then quiet and empty the next day. Sometimes a big crazy crowd. Sometimes just me and Betty. I like it.