" I looked at her face again." I looked at her face again. The words and the accent went together pretty well. So I've never worked on you in any way, eh, Miss Brieanna Flanders? Then who made you? What are you? "Are you hungry?" she asked, after a few minutes that I spent studying her face and she spent patiently waiting for me to finish. "Actually, yeah, I am." "Then let's go eat. Drac, dinner in the dining hall." A new voice, this one well modulated, but unless it was conciously blocked, obviously SI, said, "Yes, Brieanna." I looked at her. "Drac? Your computer is named Dracula?" "Sure, why not? It's not AI, it's just a machine." I suppose. "Well, then, lead on to dinner." She opened the previously locked exit to the bedroom, into what apparently was a main hallway and foyer. There was a railing opposite the door, and below was a huge room, apparently the main room of the estate. There were a couple of stuffed chairs, and some bookshelves. The place had an air of age, but it couldn't be that old... could it? And she did not belong, other than that her accent matched the obviously southern plantation design. There was that wonderful smell of cured, aged wood. She led on down the single staircase, and when we reached the bottom I look around. The carpet was oriental. There was a grand piano in one corner, a saxophone next to it. I couldn't play either, so I assumed they were both hers, but then she may have lied about being alone. She led me through a pair of swinging doors into a room with a small square table with two chairs and candles. She sat me, and then seated herself. "So." "So," she repeated. |