"I was tricked," she said, hacking away at the keyboard.

"What do you mean?" Abe asked her.

"For some reason I was under the impression that once our technology matured, we would be entering a simpler, more cogent, space, one where the accessibility factor would resolve itself in simple non-linear digressions. I was raised on Intercast TV. I thought for sure that once I broke down the scenes of my life into a conscious drift that heartily reflected where it was my mind was interfacing, that I would see a world where things were not that off-kilter after all. Do I seem off-kilter to you?"

"No, not at all. Are you recording this?"

"No, I want this to be simple. Two people. Talking. No technology." She kept hacking away at the machine.