artisticrainey Messages: 1228 Registered: July 2012 Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
Field Commander Switzerland
Sunday, April 8, 2068, 8:05 a.m., Tracy Island
Tin-Tin booted up her personal computer as she toweled dry her luxurious black hair. A click here, a button pressed there, and she was into the portion of the Tracy Industries web server that had been reserved for the family. She keyed in her password, and waited for the home page to come up.
She smiled as a chime told her that she had mail. There were several emails, one from Eddie Houseman, updating her on his latest venture, one from an old school friend who was trying to keep in touch, one from François Lemaire's secretary, answering a question about a new fashion she had seen.
"Ooh," she said softly. "There's one from Giles here."
Indeed, a file with the email address of her acquaintance from Kabul, Giles Tallman sat waiting for her to open it. She wanted to know what he thought of her distastrous dinner with Christopher, so she opened it up.
~Odd, she thought. ~There's not much more in here than a "hello, how are you". Usually he has something devastatingly witty to say. She shrugged. ~Maybe he was in a hurry. I'll write back later and ask him about it.
She closed her email program and signed off the server. Then she got dressed for breakfast with the rest of the family. But the damage had been done. Desdemona's little worm had slipped past and into her computer memory.
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