As if by magic, a tiny car (more like a golf cart that was trying too hard and didn't have a steering wheel), appeared in the Sorting Room.
S.A.R.A.H. had been having a very good day. She had gotten downloaded into a new car, and Jack Sheriff Carter had practically promised they could go to the beach sometime later. That was exciting, because S.
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But then the happy excitement was back. "So what 'science stuff' do you talk about? Do you stick with technobabble, or have you branched out into biological areas?"
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The readouts on her console jiggled somewhat as her approximation of a shrug at the comment about sports - she mostly listened and made sure that beverages were available at the right intervals.
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He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess that's a pretty good reason to know particulates. Most people don't even think about that kind of thing, but there's been entire cases that hinge on identifying spores in car filters. Nobody appreciates that, you know?"
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Not that he particularly liked fruit baskets. But it was the principle of the thing.
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How Knight Rider would that be?
"That's always how it is for our type," he said, sighing. "Anyway, since you are obviously brilliant and appreciate the cooler things in life, I think I'm going to vote you into Ravenclaw. It's where the smart people go. Sound good to you?"
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"That sounds wonderful! Thank you." He'd called her alive, kind of!
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