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My name is James, and I love really old houses. Jennifer rose and walked to the shelves. “No, why?”
“Processing time is mainly a function of the amount of data.”
After several minutes the processing was done. “Hey, it’s safe. .” she said, “we need to . “Jenn, can you tell me what you were thinking when we tried the machine?”
We sat in nervous silence, neither quite willing to actually face the other. When I came out, Jennifer was nowhere to be seen. “You know how an EEG can record brain activity?”
“Uh Huh.” she replied. We continued to make small talk until the lights went