Gage didn’t comment but began looking around as if he was searching for something. “This is a Media Room. Certainly, there is more than that which is already written,” he spoke as if to himself, then wandered away from Skyler and the table, leaving her to puzzle after him.
“If you tell me what you’re looking for, perhaps I can help,” she called to his retreating back.
“Something to record information,” came his disembodied voice from behind a shelf.
“Isn’t that what computers are for?”
“Not if one can’t interface with them. You know. Writing.” He reappeared from behind another stack. “What we read here,” he gestured to the surrounding shelves. Seeing something on the end of a unit caught his eye, and he strode across the great room.
Now knowing what he meant, Skyler began her own sear
