The door opened.The door opened. Victoria stood before me, looking wonderful in a simple light-gray monk's robe that folded around her body and was tied around her hips. She wore the hood up, but lowered it behind her head as I looked in. "Hi," I said. "Hello, Ken," she replied softly. "Come in; dinner is still cooking, so it might be a few minutes before it's ready. Make yourself at home, look around." I nodded and stepped through the door, hearing it close behind me. She smiled and turned back into the kitchen to again pay attention to her cooking. "I remember your penchant for beef, so I'm cooking steak." "Real steak?" "Not really," she replied. "I'm told some people can tell the difference." "Depends on how different 'different' is." "It's made by Solid Artificial Photosythesis." "I probably won't be able to tell the difference, then," I said, glancing around her home qua laboratory. There were a variety of instruments laying about, the most notable was an authentic-looking brass reflective telescope that peered out a large bay of windows at the stars. To the left of the windows was a framed copy of her certificate from the Nobel Committee for Achievement in Mathematics and Physics. |