A friend of mine had decided to go.A friend of mine had decided to go... She asked me if I wanted to meet her later in the high-rise after she taught her discussion. Maybe, I offered, and went off to check my daily influx of mailers. The terminal room was crowded, full of computer science newbies, writing their low-level programs or playing dungeon games. I went to sit down at one of the dinosaur terminals, a Morrow. Piece of Neolithic hardware. I heard music behind me as I turned to sit and saw he was there. It had been raining outside, and I was in a black jersey dress. Well, a damp black jersey dress. Wet, I corrected myself. I felt odd... The water had beaded up on the fabric like silver beads. I greeted him, and sat. More and more of the beads sunk through, meeting my skin. I logged in, and checked my mail, checked the file. Nothing new. He asked me, or I asked him. It was the class. "What were you doing for your paper?" "Not taking that final right?" "Oh, Dionysian orgies?" "Man, I thought I had to do... " I moved and turned to sit sideways in the chair, letting one arm hang over the back. He didn't look directly at me during the whole conversation, I thought. Maybe a flick of an intake with his eyes but that was all. I asked if he was into the "whole cyberpunk thing", knowing his reply. At a yes, I followed up with if he was going to the lecture that night. "Oh, really? Cool". Skipping a class to go even. A friend ran in then, to ask me about a concert we were going to the next day. After that, I got back into my account. After wasting about a large chunk of time, I figured I should go get something constructive to do. |