“Simon,” said the computer, “I need you to go retrieve the mainframe info.”
There was a long pause during which the nightmare amalgamation of human, robot and dive suit stared over the console. “Catherine,” Simon’s voice replied, “I’m from the year 2015. And I was a book seller.”
Another pause.
“Oh. Right. Uh, Simon, I need you to go out the door, turn right, go three down into the room labeled ‘server room’ and see if there’s a card you can pull from the central console.”
“Can do, doc.”









