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used to this. Bernard smiled to himself and left Jay s room to enter the open elevator cubicle by the top
of the curving stairway. Seconds later he walked out again and into the lounge. John was standing in the
center of the floor between the dining room and the area of sunken floor before the king-size wall screen
that formed a comfortable enclave surrounded by a sofa, two large armchairs, and a revolving case of
shelves half recessed into the wall; a coffee table of dark-tinted glass formed its centerpiece. She
gestured helplessly. What are we ever going to do with all this space? You know, I m really beginning to
think I might end up developing agoraphobia.
Bernard grinned. It takes some getting used to, doesn t it? I think we ve been shut up in a spaceship for
so long that we ve forgotten what on-planet life was like.
Was it ever like this? I certainly don t remember.
Perhaps not quite, but that was twenty years ago, remember. Times change, I guess.
Marie, who had been exploring the house, emerged from the elevator. The basement is huge! she told
them. There are all kinds of rooms down there, and I don t know what they re for. I could have my own
room to draw things in. And did you know there s another door down there that leads out to a tunnel? I
think it might go through to where the cab stops because it s got a thing like a conveyer running along
next to it. Perhaps we needn t have carried all those things over and in through the front door at all
I said you were in too much of a hurry, Jean said to Bernard. Just think, all that work for nothing. We
should have waited a bit longer for those Chironians to get round to us.
Bernard shrugged. What the hell? It s done now. We needed the exercise.
Marie walked across the room end gazed at the large screen. Does this work? she asked.
I don t know. We haven t tried it yet, Bernard answered. He raised his voice a fraction. Anybody
home? What do we have to do to get a computer in this place? No response.
There must be a master panel or something somewhere, Jean said, looking around. How about that?
She tripped down the two shallow steps into the sunken section of the floor, sat down at one end of the
sofa, end lifted a portable flat screen display/touchpanel from a side-pedestal. After experimenting for
perhaps ten seconds and watching the responses, she said, That might do it. Try again.
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Is there a computer in the house? Bernard called out.
At your service, a voice replied from the direction of the screen. I answer to Jeeves, unless you wont
to make it something different. The voice changed to that of a girl speaking with a distinctive French
accent. Une petite francaise, possiblement? Then it switched to a guttural male Karl, ze Bavarian
butler, maybe? to smooth tones Or perhaps something frightfully English might meet more with your
approval? and finally back to its original American. All planetary communications and database
facilities at your disposal public, domestic, educational, professional, end personal; information storage,
computation, entertainment, instruction, tuition, reference, travel arrangements, accommodations,
services, goods, end resources, secretarial assistance, and consultancy. You name it, I can handle it or
put you in touch with the right people.
Bernard raised his eyebrows. Well, hello, Jeeves. How about all that? I guess you d better stay who
you are for the time being. How about giving us a rundown on this place for a start? For instance, how
do you...
Jean looked away as she heard the front door open. A few seconds later Jay arrived. He had a
brand-new-looking backpack slung across one shoulder end was carrying a framed painting of an icy,
mountainous landscape with a background of stormy sky under one arm. His expression was vaguely
perplexed.
Jay! Jean exclaimed. Did you find anywhere nice? -- What are those things?
Oh. Jay set the painting down by the wall and frowned at it as if he had just noticed it for the first time.
I thought that might look nice in my room. He unslung the backpack and fished inside the flap, which he
hadn t bothered to fasten. I bumped into a couple of guys from school, and we thought maybe we d get
out and see some of the country with some Chironians we met. There s a lot more of it around here than
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