The elevator ride I took with Cistine up to the fourth floor was the beginning of my training, she said. When the car stopped, she showed me how to manage the controls, pressing the “up” and “down” button and speaking the special code into the speakerphone.
“You’ll be in residence for an unspecified time,” she explained. “Mr. Drexin has an erratic schedule, coming and going according to a timetable determined by his duties. You must always be in the chamber waiting in case he arrives unexpectedly, maybe even late into the evening hours.”
“Of course.” I nodded earnestly. “I’m very interested to meet with him.”
The composite considered me suspiciously, surveying my body for any protrusions or other signs of rebellious intent. The elevator door opened and we began a long walk around the ph
