It did not take long before her brisk walk carried her from the township where
she had arrived and into the countryside beyond. Memories that were not her
own came of how it had looked centuries ago. Very little had changed
One half hour later, she reached her destination.
While not a lot had changed, some things had changed dramatically. Where once a small stone hut had stood, there now stood the welcoming front porch that led into a much larger, much less modest abode. While it's exterior design was very much in keeping with the period homes of the area, and the interior decor matched, there were tracking sensors all around, and high-tech gadgets of nearly every description built surrepticiously into the home. Her arrival was announced several times: First by the transporter operator, second by the roadway sensors, again by the sensors at the end of the small road that led to the house, and then by the sensors that thorougly scanned anyone approaching the front door.
The door swung open automatically for her, and once it did, the rich sweet smell of broiling meat boldly greeted her.
As she entered the house, the door swung closed behind her. The first floor was mostly one large open room and while the side facing the public was stone covered, the back wall was entirely clearsteel, looking out over the River Shannon. Matt was in the kitchen area, his back to her, but he waved over his shoulder. "Come on in," he greeted her. "I've got a bottle of merlot breathing on the table. It's really the only appropriate wine for venison. Not as gamey as hlai, but I think you'll enjoy it."
(eh?)
Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD
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