Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Commissar]

"Thanks!" Sarah rolled the sphere from one hand to the other, admiring its smoothness. The sophistication was simply beyond anything her modified computer could accomplish. Sarah's own device, sitting forgotten on the side of the table, had once been a wrist computer, though it was hardly recognisable. Not quite top of the line, but about as close as it was possible to get with the continual tide of updates. Between the various engineering tools, signal boosters and additional batteries she'd added to it over the years, the thing barely resembled a computer. It was also substantially heavier, something Sarah hadn't exactly planned for.

The thing in her hands couldn't have been more different. It was lighter, more accurate and by the look of things, all-round cooler. Sarah hesitantly tapped the device, as Jasmine had done. The ball's legs deployed, leaving the projector simply sitting there. Now. How to send a signal'€¦ She leant over the table, retrieving her bulkier machine where it sat. The girl tapped the screen a few times and glanced at the projector expectantly.

Nothing happened. After a few minutes of intense staring Sarah sighed, and lowered her computer.
"Alright, I give up. How do you send to this damn thing"

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |