Everyone In Silico

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By the time he got home, Cheryl was white. Doug didn’t say anything about it, just looked around their new apartment. It was about the same size and appearance as their place in Vancouver, with an extra room. Doug looked in.

“I figure that could be the study,” Cheryl was saying, looking in with him.

The room had semi-opaque crystalline walls, a featureless cube. “Gets a lot of light,” Doug joked.

“You just touch the walls,” she said, demonstrating. As she moved her fingers across the surface, it cycled through the colour spectrum. “The whole place looked like this when we arrived. Looked like something out of a science fiction movie,” Cheryl said.

Doug thought briefly about how so much of Frisco was inspired — or perhaps limited — by the gutter genre. “Lots of work,” Doug said, nodding at his wife appreciatively as they left the room.

“I figure I’ll leave that room to you,” Cheryl said. “If we don’t end up using it much, we can delete it. It’ll decrease our monthlies by,” she consulted a spreadsheet that appeared in the air. “$542.”

-- Jim Munroe, Everyone In Silico