Desmond could only sit still for half a minute before curiosity made him get to his feet again, following all the wires to a bunch of clunky electronics. He didn't recognize any of them; he was hardly a computer person. Only thing he ever signed up for was an e-mail address for employers, which he only checked about twice a month at internet cafes.
He lifted a wire cautiously, studying its path to that mysterious chair. It looked like some of the modern furniture designs that were so popular these days. Maybe Rebecca designed that stuff - but then why all the computers? Why did the arm of the chair have a control panel? A little fancy, wasn't it?
"What is this thing?"
Without asking, Desmond plopped himself right into the recliner.
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Desmond could only sit still for half a minute before curiosity made him get to his feet again, following all the wires to a bunch of clunky electronics. He didn't recognize any of them; he was hardly a computer person. Only thing he ever signed up for was an e-mail address for employers, which he only checked about twice a month at internet cafes.
He lifted a wire cautiously, studying its path to that mysterious chair. It looked like some of the modern furniture designs that were so popular these days. Maybe Rebecca designed that stuff - but then why all the computers? Why did the arm of the chair have a control panel? A little fancy, wasn't it?
"What is this thing?"
Without asking, Desmond plopped himself right into the recliner.