Present day, Cloud 9
Pyke readied the screen for briefing.
“I need to go to the loo. Back in a min.” Amy strode out of the room. Jack followed her. Maggie could be heard shouting at the end of the corridor. Someone had upset her; she was not having a good day.
Marching into the washroom, Amy walked into a cubicle and slammed the door shut. They didn’t need bathrooms. They didn’t eliminate waste. The food and drink they consumed worked as feel-good illusions, part of the privilege request list. Someone had once placed washrooms on their request list. They became popular and stayed. They served as a sanctuary.
Humans sometimes needed the undefinable solitude washrooms provided, the one place they could get away and be alone, take advantage of its privacy, even if only for a short whi
