The
first thing he did was change the key and lock her out. Now she
couldn't find him and retract. Or change anything. Then he began
sifting through her files. He found her name on first document. It
was Tamara. She worked for the authority. There was no middle man.
Tamara was a very important hostage.
For
a while, he sat at his computer, saving all of her documents to it.
He didn't bother to read most of them; he had what he had wanted.
When everything was on his computer, he deleted everything on hers
and changed the password back. He smirked. She wouldn't like that.
Not at all.
Aalam
brought up some food for Tamara. She sat on his bed, gazing at
nothing. Frowning slightly. She must be looking through her computer,
he thought. He left the food on his desk and left. He went down
afraid that she would throw the hot soup on him from above. The rest
of the soup glistened in his pot, beckoning him. He obliged it and
ate it all, then started setting up a place to sleep.
The
chair in front of is computer could go back at a 180 degree angle.
Quite convenient right then. He lay down. The computer turned off
with a special pattern of brainwaves generated by a picture on the
ceiling. It was better than a fingerprint, they said. Nobody thinks
exactly alike. He would have liked some kind of password and maybe a
cornea scan thing though, because people's minds change. But the
developers estates assured them that the brainwaves wouldn't change
enough for it to be messed up unless you had brain damage.
Aalam
thought about the technology. He thought until the room began to
flicker from light to dark. Then dark. He welcomed sleep. It
swallowed him up. Above, Tamara paced back and forth. He wondered if
she would ever stop. She made a rhythm that stalked into his dreams.
Tamara
swiped her finger across the screen on the lock. Nothing happened,
but she didn't expect anything to. While walking behind him, she had
scanned his right and left hand. She would have an easy way out if
she could find his printer and connect to it. The room was very
cluttered and pretty big. She turned a 360. Maybe she could scan for
the printer's signal. Only if she recognized the type.
The
scene in front of her turned green and an icon dropped down. She
confirmed it and turned a 360 again. An augmented landscape appeared.
Clouds of text identified each appliance in the room. After some
thought, she walked up to a food containment unit and pushed it side.
An office version 3d printer sat on the ground.
It
wouldn't connect. Somehow, it just wouldn't. Probably an old manual
connection printer. She set it down and put the containment unit
back. It probably didn't have a good enough resolution anyway.
Finally, she accepted her present position and lay down on the ground
to sleep.
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