Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however ( Read more... )

Having handwavily   secured an office for herself last week, Ghanima was currently involved in setting up the room to her liking.

And glaring at that thrice-cursed thinking machine computer.  While her Other Memory whispered that this was not one of the Thinking Machines of the Jihad, Ghani still found herself...discomforted by it.  Which was ( Read more... )