There was nothing worse, in Tupperman’s estimation, than arguing with a computer.
The problem was simple: he had to change seats. Immediately. Kara troubled him. She intrigued him. All of this could only distract him from his earthly quest, whatever it might prove to be. The train was his opportunity to rest and ensure he was at his best.
There was a reservation computer on every train, and on this train, it was two cars back from his own. Tupperman realized too late that he’d left his bag at his seat, but there was no line at the display and he didn’t want to take the time to retrieve the bag.
This should only take a moment.
Tupperman typed in his request, and the computer insisted he could not change his seat assignment. It declared that the train was at full capacity, which—to its c
