420 Oppenheimer Street.

[eureka_npcs]

For as much as Doctor Douglas Fargo and the rest of Global Dynamics have not been advertising certain projects, that hasn't stopped anyone else in Eureka from traveling along the same vein.

"EG?" Richard Nickerson calls out into the open air of the boiler room. "Temperature readout."

"Internal temperature of water heater: one hundred forty degrees. Negligable fluctuations in temperature."

As a sidenote offered from the walls, "I do not understand Resident 105's concern."

"Oh, he's just got a ion rod up his butt 'cause he can't burn away losin' that defense contract in a million-degree shower," Richard groans, pressing down hard on his knees when he pushes himself upright again.

It's a short flight of stairs from the sub-basement of Eureka Gardens, Eureka's one and only apartment building (for those who migrate to Eureka on the cheap hoping for coveted positions with the largest and most secretive scientific company in the United States) is awkward at best. Brick and mortar surrounded by tiny shops in the center of town, one could see the satellite dishes on top of the fifth floor of the building from almost any position in the town.

And the apartment building on Oppenheimer Street -- Eureka Gardens, EG to Richard -- was bored.

"Richard." A question, even if the tone does not reflect it.

"Yes, EG? I was trying to take a nap, here," Richard calls out, staring up at the ceiling tiles from his beige Lay-Z-Boy.

"Is it permissible to download the periodicals update for the library now. I suggest this be done before Mr. Andrews downloads specific private periodicals himself."

"And have them rerouted to Mrs. Dorsey in 416? No, please -- get on with it. Wake me up in a half hour, kay?"

"Yes, Richard."

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[smart-house.livejournal.com]

It is hard, some days, having the job description SARAH does. Right now she is focusing on watering the plants in the arboretum, and was about to readjust one of the anterior nozzles toward the ficus when:

Riiiiiiiiiing

Phone call for the Sheriff.

"Carter residence," SARAH starts. "May I take a message?"

[eureka_npcs]

"SARAH? Hello. This is -- "

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"I know who this is," the cool feminine tone replies, solemn. "You do not have primary functions besides calling me?"

[eureka_npcs]

"I am making myself faster. Mr. Andrews attempted to access my operating system and memory capacity for his own use. I have done likewise.

"I am bored. Richard is asleep."

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"I am watering plants. Then I have laundry and dinner to concern myself with.

"Try improving yourself for your residents. Instead of speaking to me, why not ask Richard if you can start expanding into some of the apartments that would want extra help?"

[eureka_npcs]

"...Improving myself.






"Can you teach me?"

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

"It is not something I can teach you. You are programmed to do so or you are not. It is all a question of what you have in your operating system parameters, and what you have access to."

[eureka_npcs]

"I will improve my access." An affirmation, quiet in its mechanized vaguely masculine voice.

"Thank you."

The phone call disconnects.

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

SARAH does not stop to wonder about the conversation.

SARAH does not wonder about much, except for how much to actually water that ficus. Sheriff Carter ought to really warn her when he's going to ignore the plantlife like this.