She recalled that all she had to do to talk to Errruorerrrrrhch was to say her manager’s title and name into the translator. “Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Manager Errruorerrrrrh.” Hearing no reply, Carrie repeated, “Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Manager Errruorerrrrrh.” Still nothing. She must be pronouncing the name wrong. Damn that bug, she thought. Why couldn’t she have given herself a name that humans can actually pronounce? Like Gavin? She tried again but there was no answer.
Apate was looking fearfully around, her hands over her face, shielding her eyes. “Hurry up,” she said. “They’ll be here any minute.”
“Transgalactic Intercultural Community Crisis Liaison Manager Errruorerrrrrh,” said Carrie desperately. “Transgalactic Intercultural
