Happy 4th of July

 

“EARTHLINGS.

I have returned from the Pretty Bayou Fourth‑of‑July Interdimensional Beach Party, and I bring you NEWS.

First: the robots are getting too patriotic. I don’t know who taught a chrome‑skinned beach sentinel to blow kisses at the sunset, but I respect the confidence. That’s the kind of energy you need when the swamp spirits are judging your vibe and the fireworks are technically illegal in three dimensions.

Second: if you see a cooler labeled ‘Happy 4th of July,’ do NOT open it. It contains either:

1. hot dogs from a timeline where pigs evolved telepathy,

2. a wormhole,

3. or Barry’s leftover cheese grits.

Third: the sign behind her is correct. Pretty Bayou is where the stars meet the swamp. Sometimes literally. Last night a meteor tried to flirt with a palm tree. I had to intervene.

Anyway. Enjoy this festive Verity showing her bot side. She’s either celebrating freedom or preparing to annex the coastline. Hard to tell.

—Dale T Doll, Nightwater, sworn defender of holiday chaos.”