I had entered a room that like many of the rooms in Lambda house was
described in such a way that I was able to visualize it.
I had started in the living room,
but this evening the fire was not lit,
and it was cold in the spot beside the fireplace where I usually
sit.
The room I was in was a kitchen
in which worn, comfortable antiques
coexisted with extraordinary food dispensing devices.
I sat down at the table and pushed a button marked "order food".
Across the table, a couple were talking.
Although it was obviously a private conversation,
it was impossible not to hear what they were saying.
"If those messages were for me
than they should have been sent earlier, "
the woman said. She was fighting back tears.