When an unknown substance on a public sundial is thought to be evidence of foul play, Detective Wyatt Kask is called in by the police to help determine the nature of the crime. Over the course of the night, Kask and the Sheriff of Wellington are pul...
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"What will you do now?" Hakihea asked Kask as they stepped onto the hotel docking platform.
"Sleep all day," said Kask, taking his hat off.
"I mean, more generally."
"Well, tomorrow I'm going to Auckland to look for an apartment. And then I'm going to enjoy my retirement. I have a lot books to read before I die."
Hakihea smiled and nodded. "It's been a wild night. Good to have you along." They bowed.
"Thank you," Kask said, and watched the sheriff return to the transporter; then he walked into his hotel. He went to his room, locked the door, and poured a hefty glass of scotch. Then he went onto his balcony and gazed at Wellington in the early morning light.
After a moment he heard gentle slapping sounds coming from below. They grew louder, rising up. Then, to the left of his balcony, a bio-bot appeared. It clung to the glass and smooth metal by four broad, soft feet. Another appendage sprouted from its upper torso, cleaning the smooth surface with a blue, feathery tongue.
When it reached eye-level with Kask, it stopped, seeming to turn and look at him with four unblinking eyes. Kask stared back for what seemed like a long moment. Then he raised his glass and said "Cheers." The creature did not respond.
