I headed for the niche, which transformed as I drew nearer. It became a transparent glass panel through which I could see the farm operations control room. I felt Jovial stir and stepped inside the room. A push from behind made me move aside and create space for Lincoln.
She looked around with interest. It was a typical set-up for a farm with large conference table and functional chairs in the middle, a large wipe-clean to write on and, most significantly, an L-shaped metallic desk with a single chair before it. On the desk was a complex cube array; each cube had enough information-processing and revival power to run a small farm by itself. Even the biggest super-farm had a three-cube array, which included 100% redundancy and additional capacity. This one had seven cubes and a White Glass
