[Audio]

[sincenewyork]

[The first sound is of someone clearing his throat -- and it comes from every smartphone on the island as they all switch on.]

Mass broadcast function, okay, here goes. Good phone design, by the way, very intuitive. Especially the overrides.

[The volume scales up for a moment, until it echoes off building faces.]

If I could have everybody's attention for just a minute -

[Volume back to normal.]

Why is there a big building in the middle of town with my name on it? Usually I sign papers for those. Maybe draw up plans... the point is, I should have heard about it, and I didn't. Where am I now, Hong Kong? This looks like Lantau Island. Lantau Island? Everybody from Lantau Island, hands in the air.

Okay, now put your hands down and let me know where I am. I can't see you, I'm broadcasting.

Comments

[badnewsboy]

Pistachio and chocolate fudge. I'll raise you cream of the whipped variety in one of those aerosol cans in which the Midgardians are so fond.

Thor's Little Helper.

What would you like to know?

[sincenewyork]

Thor's Little Helper, we have a deal.

Everything you know about people not me building robots smart enough to talk back. Every time you give me something I don't know but actually believe, I will raise you a topping.

[badnewsboy]

They seem all the rage where I'm from. Though I'd say that many of them hold the same consciousness of any mortal, despite how or why they were produced.

There's a you where I come from as well. We've met before.

You've done something for us, but it seems to be escaping me.

[sincenewyork]

Sprinkles or chocolate chips?

[badnewsboy]

I seem to recall now! You rose Asgardia into the sky!

Chocolate chips.

[sincenewyork]

Well, that sounds pretty awesome of me.

[badnewsboy]

There was someone who was impressed. Ah, that's escaped me too.

[sincenewyork]

Not enough, short stuff. That's maybe a single sprinkle's worth. Give me a full, detailed fact I care about and we're in business.

[badnewsboy]

It has to do with Asgardians, as well as its current location. Quite a lot has happened.

[sincenewyork]

Okay, fair enough. Name your topping.

[badnewsboy]

A bottle of cherries of the candied variety. Bright red.

[sincenewyork]

Sold.

[badnewsboy]

Asgard is became Asgardia after your unique modifications. It now floats about Broxton, Oklahoma, in Midgard. The All-Mother was fairly impressed with your abilities after she had contracted you.

[sincenewyork]

I get that a lot. The US government doesn't have too many complaints, either.

[badnewsboy]

I said fairly. You talked too much.