A year after arriving, I finally had enough exploration drones to begin the actual search for Bender. In all that time, I hadn’t contacted anyone, other than having a couple of email exchanges with Bill. First, because I didn’t want people breathing down my neck, demanding constant updates. And second, because with the small temporary relay station, all I would be able to manage would be audio and video streams. BobTime? FaceBob? It didn’t sound likely to catch on.