Richard Allard sat at the terminal, head in hands, about to nod off into dreamland when the screen finally did something. It started to yawn.
A face appeared on the screen, large cheekbones, and a scruffy 6 o'clock shadow.
Suddenly, in a very Bretonian voice...
"What?! Who?! Ah, I see you now. So ... you want to be a member of the Corsair Brotherhood do ya?"
Richard suddenly snapped up and looked around for a Bretonian, but noticed the words coming from the console alone.
The face looked Richard over once
"A bit scruffy for a pilot, aren't you? Ah well, they come in all sizes I guess. Now, for your questions. Honestly, some of these are really stupid. I don't see the need for some of them, but maybe the Elders know best, after all. Answer these to the best of your ability, lad."
Questions sent to your neural net.
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."
