" I sighed." I sighed. Detail was everything. Dave interrupted my musings by asking me, "Have you looked at your own home yet?" "No, why?" "Just curious," Dave replied. "Of all the places on Shardik Castle, that's the one with which you are most intimate. I feel curious to know if minutiae like the lumpiness of pillows and the quality of waterflow in the shower are accurate." Detail is everything, perhaps, but I thought that was pushing detail a little too far. "I'll go check it out," I said, descending down the gravtube again. Once on the second floor I made my way to my apartment, passing by way of David's apartment. "By the way, Dave, I assume you're keeping the 30 SI boxes and the 270 AI extensions in here? "Yes," he replied. "I saw no reason to locate them elsewhere." I nodded, crossing the hall to my own home. The door opened smoothly. It looked just like the real place had about a century ago. There was the old white couch, stuffed easy chair. The curtain separating this room from the children's playroom was still there, and peeking my head through I could see through the doorway to the workroom, complete with graphics roundtable and Aaden's seedling platform. "What are you planning on putting in the seedling jars?" "I'll be consulting with Aaden on that," Dave announced. Stepping back into the living room, I noticed a stain on the carpet floor. Running my hand over it, I realized it was a permanent discoloration on the carpeting. "What's this?" "An excuse," David replied, "to discuss The Carpet Monster. |