Journal Entry 177 / 0527 "Where are we going?" P'nyssa whispered.


Journal Entry 177 / 0527 "Where are we going?" P'nyssa whispered. "Through here," Aaden replied, pushing the door open just enough for the three of us to slip through. "You know," he said equally quietly, "you may well be the first fem to ever get in here." "So," P'nyssa asked, "where's 'here?'" "Welcome to the Hex," Aaden said. Deep within the town of Rhysh, but not in the Castle itself, we had snuck into the large mel's amphitheater, looking for this small room. The hex lay in the center under two red lights, looking cold and uncomfortable. It was barely five metres across, and the room itself was square, nine metres across in all. "Excuse me," said a voice from the ceiling, "but she is not the first female to visit the Hex, and you're right, she probably shouldn't be here." "Oh, come on, Rowan," I said cheerfully, "It's just the three of us." "What are you doing here so late at night?" the AI asked. "Playing Hex," I said. "With the requisite medical attention." The tone of Rowan's voice changed completely as she asked, "May I watch?" "Well?" I asked Aaden. "I don't see why not," he smiled. "She will anyway. It's all a matter of whether we authorize her to remember it or not. And even then..." He let the thought trail off. Although visibly AIs followed "the rules" as AIs were supposed to, it was a common supposition that underneath it all AIs quite simply knew everything about everybody. Ress had once assured me that if I ordered an AI to forget something, they would never again be able to mention it, would act as if it never happened, and for all intents and purposes, it would be forgotten. But she couldn't answer the question of could the AI replay the incident "in its mind." "Okay, Rowan, go ahead and watch," I said. "Thank you!" she said with an almost girlish squeal. The door we had walked through opened again and a short but very sexy femMeph walked through. "How's this?" the Mephit asked quietly. "Rowan?" I asked, staring. "You like it?" "It's... Uh... Very pretty," I said.

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