“Now, pay close attention,” he said, pronouncing his words carefully as if speaking to a slow-witted child.
So, he did learn from Kal-El’s memoirs how his personal caregiver was always a bit reticent in following instructions?
If you look into this *magic circle* here”—he indicated a black dot on the front of the machine—
I wonder if Lois will put the NKer into a black opening of his own.
“You have to be in the system,” he told her. “The coffee is only for staff, patients, and registered visitors.”
She has to register for coffee? Yeah, this so sounds like a communist society.
Lois' mouth fell open. “You could have told me that in the first place!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air.
“I figured you were one of those last two,” he said, dryly.
Mr. “Smith” raised an eyebrow at her. “You don't even know how I take my coffee,” he said.
“What's that got to do with anything?” Lois demanded.
Because it’s *personalized* you doofus!
LOIS:
It is a machine that figures out what you like by scanning your retina.”
And considering how good her eyes are at identifying things she likes, she’ll probably get three-day-old sludge hat was filtered via an office plant before being sweetened with 50% sugar.
“Please say that you know what a retina is,” the man said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The type of display used with Apple devices these days?
LOIS: You mean, like that Macintosh computer Jimmy got?
“Coffee!” she exclaimed. She took a healthy swig, then crumpled her face in disgust as sugary milk rolled over her tongue.
“I've never heard of any Dr. Steel,” he replied, the frown deepening. “By this point, I thought I had met everyone who worked here.”
Maybe they are announcing it into the ether?
“Everyone, please remain where you are at this time,” the speaker announced. “The hospital is entering lock-down.”
/scratches head/
Okay, Queenie, I’m now all caught up and thoroughly wondering what’s going to happen next.
Michael
