Future Scape: Home
In a dingy brown hallway 17 stories up, Mark places his palm on the scanner. The door to his apartment swings open with an audible swoosh. The hydraulics releasing the catch.
The voice says, "Hello, Mark, welcome home. Would you like me to pour you a drink."
"Not now. Thanks." says, Mark.
He heads to the kitchen bar, the light ramps on as he gets closer. He empties his pockets into the terra cotta bowl and docks his mobile. Immediately the wall screen comes on, showing all the input he'd collected onto his device while out.
"Pull up the convo I had with Sandy." he said.
"Of course, glad to be of service... Here is the conversation you requested."
Mark read the conversation searching for the bit he was a little fuzzy on.
"Hmm, hey, find where she told me I was a selfish bastard.", he said.
"Right away, Mark.... There are two possibilities for selfish, but only one with the the words selfish and bastard used together."
"Should I display both?"
"No, just the one with them together."
Up popped the sentence he'd been looking for. "Show the surrounding convo.",
About twenty lines of text were shown. Yup, that's what she said, he thought. Oh well, guess I could have handled that better.
"You can pour me that drink now.", he said.
"Ice?"
"Sure.", Mark answered.