Ma Bell Leopard never realized it could get so warm here; when she thought of coastal New England she imagined a dreary land locked in near-perpetual winter – occupied with snow for more months than not, cool and damp for the rest. If there was any truth to this assumption she wouldn't know it; they were presently being treated to a glorious, cloudless day, the mercury already pushing seventy degrees Fahrenheit with some time left until the sun reached the pinnacle in its trip across the sparsely-clouded sky.She was having difficulty enjoying this lovely morning, however; she had a tough task ahead of her, and not a lot of time. Checking her
Technology SquareLeopard and Selectric's discussion in the cozy booth at the back of the restaurant was cut short at around a quarter to eleven. Growing weary of the last patrons' loitering – and his subsequent inability to leave for the evening – the owner ushered them, rather forcefully, out of his shop and into the mild spring night, putting up the 'closed' sign as they left.Earlier Leopard expressed worry over where she would stay for the night; Selectric had reassured her that there would be rooms available at the Lab, since it doubled as something of a hostel for traveling computers and their human companions. 'For situations just like this
In CantabrigiaThe train arrived in Cambridge half-past seven in the evening. Twilight had all but vanished into night but the sky was still well-lit with the glow of the surrounding metropolis; enough so that Leopard could read the note that PDP-chan had scribbled before promptly exiting the car. 'I have to get back home,' PDP had explained, before hefting a too-big-for-her-size piece of luggage from under her seat, 'Mom will be upset if I'm not back soon.' Before Leopard could say anything she had pushed her way through the crowd of towering adults and out of sight.Leopard inspected the note again. Written on it – in surprising good hand for a chil
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