“Feel better?” Charlotte asked.
“I guess,” Maggie said. She sat down at the other end of the sofa and jumped a little at the unfamiliar sensation of extra padding on her butt. It took her a little extra fidgeting before she was comfortable. She looked a the screen and then at the empty seat on the sofa that wasn’t empty on the screen.
“OK, considering I have a brain in a computer and a normal-sucker in a hidden lab under my freezer, and my entire house is more or less going to be the holodeck from Star Trek, I just have to ask: The car. What’s up with the car?”
“My little, green Isetta? Nice, isn’t it?” Charlotte smiled.
“Is it a flying car? Please tell me it flies.”
“Sorry. But it does get great mileage.”
