Journal Entry 194 / 0523 "Ember?" The voice interrupted her train of thought, and for that she was grateful.Journal Entry 194 / 0523 "Ember?" The voice interrupted her train of thought, and for that she was grateful. The assembly of silicon on her desk had no more chance of supporting sentience than any random slab of carbon did of life. She recognized the speaker. "Yes, Rowan?" "I have a question." Ember looked up at the ceiling, a bad habit she had inherited from her grandfather. She personally knew that this room had no speakers in the traditional sense; she had installed the gravitic point-oscillators herself. "Well, sweetheart, you know you can always ask me." "It's a little personal. |