Ethan was speeding down the road, his thoughts racing faster than the engine. He knew he was already late for the mystery meeting. The frozen peas were starting to melt, leaving a cool, damp patch on his shirt.
[So, what do you think about that service?] the System asked, sounding eager. [It all sounds pretty sweet, huh? Just call a number and get whatever you want.]
Ethan mulled it over for a moment, then shook his head sharply. "It would be the last thing I ever did," he stated.
"Why?" the System sounded confused.
"Because if they control the inside of my house—if they supply the staff—and they also hold all my secrets... they could try to blackmail me, or worse," Ethan replied, gripping the steering wheel.
[Whoa.] The System made a noise of genuine astonishment. [Damn, I guess you actually do have a brain in that little head of yours. You're absolutely right. How the hell did I miss that?]
Ethan just rolled his eyes, ignoring the backhanded compliment, and sped up.
