9. Book-Reading Catechism


Catechism sat there in the computer lounge, reading a tiny human data-storage device called a book. She could barely turn its data sheets, 'the pages', with her fingers.

Fleetwind did not ask. He did not want to ask. She was Catechism. Asking would only invite more confusion.

Catechism explained, anyway, "So, the fleshlings have these things called Golden Books..."

Fleetwind nodded politely, not wanting to answer and encourage Catechism further, and looked at the exit. He did not really need to use a computer right now, did he?

Catechism was not to be deterred. She ventured bravely on with, "...so, it turns out: they're not really made out of gold."


Author's Note: Fleetwind is an original character who belongs to my friend Jaylynik. He is used here with permission.