Following lunch, Zeph was left in the optimal condition of having a full belly and empty balls so he was primed and ready to tackle the next big problem the day was going to hurl at him as fast and hard as it could.
He knew that it was going to make his head hurt even more than the talk he had with Jane Goode regardless of how much her voice bothered him. He wanted to have her record warning messages for all kinds of disasters and sell the recordings to manufacturers and disaster response coordinators.
Her sticky sweet politically correct voice could make an incoming tsunami or hurricane somehow sound less catastrophic and do so in a way that didn't offend anyone or the storm.
Hell, he could imagine being on a collapsing space station and hearing her voice repeatedly saying; "total structural collapse imminent," and welcoming death as it would free him and everyone else on the station from the sound of her voice.
