Country music suddenly filled the room. A man was crooning about losing his dog and his girlfriend and his truck.
“Well that falls firmly within the remaining twenty-two percent of things I don’t prefer,” said Harper with a sarcastic chuckle.
“I’m sorry. Given the place of your birth and our current location, I believed that style of music would appeal to you most. I will adjust as I gain more information about you.”
“So…you keep on adjusting these preferences over time, huh?” Harper tapped her chin, thinking about how advanced the predictive behavior models were in Krinar tech.
“That is correct.”
She suddenly grinned. “Actually, when Sef returns, I’d like you to play some heavy metal music at a high volume. It’s his favorite.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“That seems unlik
