Picture of the day.
Slightly drunk (and on a school night too!)
Paul�s new CD writer had arrived. Sarah had hardly put down the phone after telling him, and he was already at her desk. �Where is it? Where is it?�
�Jesus. Are you like this at Christmas.�
�I only get socks at Christmas. It�s no fun any more.�
�Here. It�s there.�
Paul examined the beige box he had coveted for so long. He frowned.
�I don�t have a normal CD drive. What am I going to put the installation disks in?�
�The software�s on the network. In the PC Build drive. Here.� Sarah started down a tree of folders and directories at a speed which would lose most others.
Something beeped. Paul checked his phone. No. �You�ve got mail.�
�HAL�ll deal with it.�
Sarah glanced over at her PC. �Honest Answers Language. I couldn�t think of a better way to get the name.�
�I built a program which takes e-mails and answers them. It checks the sender�s name against a database of outstanding work and tells them what�s going on with their request.�
�You can do that? I haven�t even got beyond auto-reply.�
�I�m sure some people don�t even know they�re not getting it from me. I check the mails, but mostly HAL�s answered the question for them. Saves so much work.�
�Can I steal it?� Paul was hugging the CD writer to his chest like a long-lost teddy bear.
�Maybe. If you�re nice to me.�