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Lori woke up to find herself
suffering from a mild headache. It was in no way serious
and not even slightly debilitating, but it was something of an
annoyance. Also, she was in what she could only call a
daze, finding it difficult to focus her mind. Hebetude,
she decided. Hebetude and mild
She was lying in a comfortable bed in a sunny, pleasantly warm,
but totally unfamiliar room. The decor was stark, Modern,
and not generally to Lori's tastes. The space was generous
in size and clad on three sides in richly grained paneling of
blonde oak. The fourth wall was an expanse of massive
panes, a window-wall. With the exception of narrow, evenly
spaced vertical mullions of brushed steel, it was nothing but
clear glass from ceiling to floor and wall to wall. The
furnishings carried forward the spartan, Modern theme, and while
Lori was forced to concede the proportions of the various chairs
and cabinets were pleasing, they were also repetitively plain
and unimaginative. Also, their construction appeared to be
solid, even hefty. Her bed was of the platform variety,
more or less a rectangular box tucked against one of the solid
walls. The bedclothes were all white with a very high
thread-count and (in Lori's opinion) were rather boring.
The was no art hanging on the walls, no objets d'art,
and no drapes framing the window-wall. Finally, she could
count three doors. Two were a few feet apart on the wall
directly in front of her, and had Modern "L"-shaped door-handles
in brushed steel, complementing the window-wall's
mullions. The third door, however, was on the left wall
and had no visible hardware whatsoever. It was simply a
door-shaped, rectangular cutout in the paneling. In fact,
it might or might not be a door for all Lori could tell from the
Exploration was called for. Lori threw back the covers,
rolled to the side, and planted her bare feet on the
bed-chamber's wall-to-wall, plush carpet in multiple shades of
beige in a subtly mottled pattern. It was then that she
realized she was wearing a sleeveless nightdress of white cotton
with a scoop neck. It was calf-length, with an overly
generous décolletage, and was of gauze-thin white cotton.
There was no mirror available, but Lori could tell it was very
nice, high quality sleepwear, simple and timeless (albeit revealing).
It left her showing more of her upper breasts than she generally
preferred, but that was secondary, given that the fabric was so
thin her entire anatomy was more-or-less on display. It
wasn't exactly see-through, but was close enough. Still,
the garment was pretty and it was all she had...
literally. Her panties and bra had gone missing, along
with everything else she'd been wearing when...
Lori's memory returned!
Abducted! I was kidnapped by Peyton Frazier and her
minion! She'd been in her garden, Frazier had
appeared, then she was seized from behind and rendered
unconscious by what she could only assume was some form of
anesthetic gas! She awoke to find her gardening sneakers,
socks, and jeans had been remover! Only her long-sleeved
gardening shirt remained, and it was unbuttoned and open,
exposing her underwear! Also, she was lashed to one of her
own armchairs in the Fiction, Natural History, and Gardening
Annex of her personal library! Frazier had demanded the
passcode to her iPhone, Lori had refused (of course), and the
smiling, red-haired fiend produced a goose feather,
twirled it in her fingers, then used it to tickle Lori's
immobilized and defenseless feet!
It was horrible! It was torture!
Lori hated being tickled and always had, even as a
little girl. Her big brothers had delighted in holding her
down and tickling her silly, the monsters! She loved them
both dearly, of course, but still, it had been horrible!
Fortunately, her siblings outgrew their let's torment little
sister game in short order. Mother's shaming and
punishment after she caught them in the act had proven quite
Anyway, Lori held out for as long as she could, but eventually
Peyton's skill as a tickle-torturer carried the day and she
surrendered the six digits. The minion then gagged her
with a folded cloth while Peyton placed a brief call to Heidi,
apparently just to confirm that she had full access, then
followed it up with a text message. Time passed... with
Lori bound, gagged, and furious.
Then, Heidi arrived and was also gassed and
kidnapped! Lori's cloth gag was replaced and reinforced by
the minion—who Lori now remembered was introduced by her ginger
boss as "Kassidy, spelled with a Y." Anyway, two pair of
her own panties were stuffed in her mouth and trapped there by
several tight, overlapping layers of head-encircling silver
duct-tape And then, more time passed while she heard
Peyton and Kassidy rummaging through the cottage. At one
point Heidi awoke to find herself bound and gagged as
stringently as her major professor; however, her beloved student
was hogtied on the carpet, rather than lashed to a comfortable
chair like Lori. Finally, Foster returned and Kassidy,
much to Lori's helpless distress, gave her an injection in the
side of her neck and she lost consciousness!
That was all she remembered, but it was enough! She'd been
kidnapped! The spartan, Modern bedroom she now found
herself in was, in point of fact, a stylish prison cell!
A quick inspection of the first of the two doors with handles
revealed it to be the entrance of a walk-in closet. There
was a full-length mirror at the far end, built-in cabinets and
shelves interspersed with horizontal bars at the appropriate
heights for hanging clothing, but all the drawers and shelves
were empty and there weren't any hangers on the bars.
The second door led to a Modern bathroom. There were the
usual washbasin, mirror, commode, and shower stall, but none of
the usual accessories, such as a drinking glass, brush and comb
set, toothbrush, and an assortment of beauty and hygiene
products. There were, however, a hand towel and a bath
towel, both of thick, fluffy, white cotton and neatly hanging
from a towel-rack. Ever the practical kidnap victim, Lori
availed herself of the facilities. She emptied her
bladder, splashed water on her face and patted it dry, then used
her fingers to straighten her hair. Luckily, her straight,
blond pageboy was only slightly tousled and quickly fell into
its usual low-maintenance good order.
Oh by the way, both the large full-length mirror in the closet
and smaller full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door
confirmed Lori's worst fears. Her gauzy nightdress was gauzy
indeed! Her breasts, nipples, tummy, umbilicus,
dark-blond pubic thicket, and lady-bits were on nearly unimpeded
display! And other than wrap the towel around her torso
(which would look ridiculous) there was nothing she could do
about it... other than frown at her reflection.
Two mysteries (immediate mysteries) were yet to be
First was the door-shaped cutout. Unfortunately, close
inspection failed to settle the issue. Lori was more
convinced than ever that it was a door, but without any
real evidence. Not only was there no doorknob or handle, but
there were no hinges or strike-plate, not even flashes of steel
at the appropriate locations in the narrow gap between the wall
That left the second mystery. What lay beyond the
The answer was... sere grass, a forest of rather scraggly oaks
and conifers, exposed rocks, distant forested hills, and even
more distant blue-green and brown mountains. Lori's best
guess was that she was on the eastern slopes of the coastal
mountain range, in the climatic "rain shadow." The area
was considerably drier than the lush, mossy cedar forests that
surrounded her cottage, but, in point of fact, for all she knew
she was in Central China. There was absolutely no sign of
human habitation... other than an antenna tower atop a distant
hill that was probably a microwave repeater. She realized
a map of the area in the form of a large sign with a red arrow
labelled "You are here" was too much to hope for, but still, the
non-specificity of the vista was disappointing.
Suddenly, the door-shaped cutout swung open—confirming that it
was, in fact, a door—and Peyton Frazier and her minion Kassidy
strode into Lori's luxurious cell. Peyton was wearing a
different sundress than she'd worn to the cottage invasion and
double kidnapping, and Kassidy was in boots, jeans, and a
tank-top, all in black.
"Oh, look who's awake," Peyton said, smiling her signature
"This is outrageous!" Lori growled, her hands clenched in tight
fists. "I demand you release me, immediately!"
"After going to all this trouble?" Peyton chuckled. "I
don't think so. I put a lot of valuable time and effort
into researching your schedule, what's known about your private
collection, and what items from the Raffish Archives would be
most useful to our work."
"As if I care about how you waste your time," Lori
responded, staring daggers at the smiling redhead. "Is
Heidi all right?"
Peyton nodded. "Yes, and I brought her along to share in
"What?" Lori demanded. No! Let us go! Let us both
Don't have a tizzy-fit, Doctor," Peyton chuckled. "What if
I were to tell you I've stumbled across a previously unknown
manuscript of immense importance. Does the name Toland of
Consett ring a bell?"
"A ninth-century monk," Lori stated. "There's a collection
of his letters to various bishops in the British Museum," Lori
stated, "but that's irrelevant. I demand you release us immediately.
Take me to Heidi. Where is she?"
"We'll get to Ms. Haas in a minute," Peyton answered. "The
important thing is, unknown until now, Toland also penned
a series of detailed chronicles of the invasion of the Great
Heathen Army, including the death of Edmund the Martyr, the
details of where the army overwintered, the heroics of various
heretofore largely unknown Saxon earls... Five tomes, each
of more than 100 pages!"
Lori folded her arms under her breasts, trying her best to be
uninterested (and failing). "I don't care."
"And did I mention the other manuscript I came
across? Toland's highly detailed account of the
negotiations between Alfred and Guthrum that established the
Lori blinked in surprise. "How detailed?"
Lori shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Let us
Still smiling, Peyton shook her head, then shifted her smile to
Kassidy. "Plan B."
Lori watched (nervously) as Kassidy left the bedroom... and
returned almost immediately carrying a black duffel bag of
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awakening was similar to her beloved professor and mentor, in
that she had a slight headache; however, she wasn't in a
comfortable bed, she wasn't wearing a revealing nightgown, nor
was she locked in a spacious Modern bedroom with an attached
bath and a scenic view.
Heidi was in what could only be called a dungeon cell. The
walls were roughly dressed stone blocks (or roughly textured and
stained concrete blocks that effectively mimicked stone).
There was a small window set high in one wall admitting a little
indirect light, but it was protected by thick, black, vertical
iron bars, and when she grabbed hold and hauled herself up to
look out, all she could see was a tunnel of more blocks, sloping
upwards and terminating in a dozen or so glass blocks set in
The cell was small, only about eight-feet by ten-feet. The
ceiling and floor were more stone (or concrete), and opposite
the barred "window" was a door of heavy gray timbers with hefty,
hand-forged, iron straps and studded with several iron
studs. Set in its center, at eye level, was a thick iron
grill protecting a face-sized block of wood. Heidi
surmised the block was a view-port. The cell's only
furnishings were a wooden bucket with a wooden lid and rope
handle, a terracotta jug with a wooden cup as a lid, and a
straw-filled pallet/mattress covered in coarse burlap.
Heidi had come to lying on her back on the pallet, and
oh-by-the-way, she was completely naked, as in nude, as in
someone had removed her running outfit without asking for her
permission! Her sports bra, running tights, and panties
were gone! Her brown hair was in a loose, tousled
mass. The clothing thief had even absconded with the
fabric-covered elastic that should be enforcing a ponytail!
Heidi sat up and blinked in surprise. She'd been kidnapped
in Doc's cottage, and now was naked in what could effectively
pass as a medieval dungeon! All that was missing was a set
of chains and a ripped and soiled peplos-style dress
and/or linen underdress. Hanging in the back of Heidi's
closet in her grad student apartment was a historically accurate
(not counting a carefully camouflaged zipper) Tenth Century
Anglo Saxon gown she wore to the annual Lewis & Clarke
Renaissance Fair (where she was known to the regulars as
"Princess Heidi"). It might have been appropriate to the
occasion, but she wasn't about to have it ripped and dragged
through the dirt for purposes of damsel-in-distress
Anyway... Naked. Heidi was naked.
Thankfully, the air was warm... perhaps a little too warm...
but she supposed that was better than shivering in the cold
(which, she conceded, would have been more
authentic). Heidi decided she's just as soon be
incarcerated in a fake dungeon with in-floor heating as one
Further exploration revealed the jug to be filled with clean
water and the bucket to be empty. She took a quick drink,
just to be sure, and yes, it was water. As for
the bucket, she assumed it was there for, uh, sanitary purposes,
but at the moment didn't feel an especially urgent need to go,
so she restored the lid.
And that was about it. There was nothing else to
explore. Heidi returned to the pallet and made herself
"comfortable," lying on her side. She did note one final
detail before she drifted off to sleep (having nothing better to
do): A heavy iron ring about three inches in diameter was
dangling from an iron staple set in the wall about three feet
off the floor at the head of the pallet. It would be just
the thing for attaching the connecting chain of a set of
manacles and/or shackles and/or an iron collar to make sure the
resident captive remained in her assigned cell, even when the
door was unlocked and/or open and/or unattended by a burly guard
with a whip and authentic medieval body odor.
Heidi was worried about Doc. Where was she? What was
Peyton and her minion doing to her? Was she locked in the
next cell? Also naked? In chains? Maybe they
only had one set of chains, and if so, surely they would have
used them on Doc, and not her lowly graduate student. All
of which was nuts! She willed herself to clear her mind
(with limited success) and closed her eyes.
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Suddenly, Heidi snapped awake! The wooden block portion of
the supposed view-port had snapped open, briefly, then slammed
shut. She may have seen a human face on the far
side of the door, but it was in silhouette and broken up by the
grill, so she couldn't be sure. Next, there was a metallic
clinking sound... followed by a little rattling... then the door
swung open on oil-hungry hinges. Creeeee...
And then, Peyton Frazier, Kassidy, the brunette with the grabby
hands,n and Doc entered the cell.
Peyton was wearing sandals, a different pretty sundress, and was
smiling her attractive but mildly disturbing lopsided grin.
Kassidy was dressed for action in boots, jeans, and a tank-top,
all in black. Her cold brown eyes were focused on Heidi,
like a snake eyeing a terrified mouse, with naked Heidi Hass in
the role of the mouse, of course. And oh-by-the-way,
several coils of quarter-inch hemp rope were draped across her
body,and a single coil of hemp cord was clutched in her left
Doc, on the other hand, was barefooted and wearing a flimsy
white nightgown, thigh-length, sleeveless, and with a
scoop-neck. It left almost nothing to the
imagination. Also, Doc had been... accessorized. Her
arms were folded behind her back and encased in a brown leather
bag, sleeve, binder, or whatever it was called. It was
part of a system of brown leather straps with bronze hardware
that included a wide, thick, but not overly tight collar, a wide
but tight horizontal strap that passed just above her breasts
and pinned her upper arms to her sides, and a vertical strap
that connected the back of the collar to the arm-pinning strap
to the arm-bag-sleeve-binder. Although most of the harness
arrangement was behind Doc's back, Heidi worked out the basic
design quickly as a taut rope leash was tied to a brass ring on
the front of Doc's collar, the far end was in Peyton's hands,
and Doc was not going quietly. She was stomping,
twisting, squirming and struggling, allowing Heidi to catch the
required behind-the-back glimpses of her leather bondage.
Doc was also voicing her profound displeasure concerning the
situation through the brown leather gag tightly strapped across
her mouth and most of her lower face. By the tone and
garbled nature of her protests, Heidi surmised some sort of
mouth-plug and/or stuffing was probably involved.
"Mrrrrrpfh! Mrfr! Nrrrrr!"
"Yes, I quite agree, Doctor," Peyton chuckled, "but this is all
your fault, remember, so please settle down."
Heidi watched with wide eyes as Doc continued struggling, her
blond pageboy gracefully swaying as she battled her inescapable
bonds and grinning red-haired handler.
"Enough!" Peyton barked, shortened Doc's leash until she was
clutching the rope and the collar's ring with her left
hand and had a firm grip on a handful of Doc's hair with her
right. "Get on with it." she ordered, obviously addressing
Heidi had reflexively dropped into fighting stance when the door
opened, but only now found her voice. "What the hell is
going on?" she demanded, watching with alarm as Kassidy (still
smiling) shrugged out of her rope bandolier and let it drop to
the floor, then opened the coiled cord and took it in both
hands. Heidi's eyes remained on Kassidy and the cord, but
her words were for Peyton. "Let Doc go! Do it now
Kassidy had pounced, or more correctly had flowed into
continuous fluid motion. It was almost like some form of
dance. Heidi punched and kicked, but Kassidy was in
complete control, spinning Heidi around, capturing her right
wrist in a loop of cord, and pinning it to the side of her
neck. Kassidy spun her around again, forced Heidi to the
floor, and more cord tightened around her upper body!
"Stop!" Heidi demanded. "No! Get off me!
At some point, Kassidy's cord had crossed the threshold from a
tool of control to an independent restraint. Also, Heidi's
captor had pulled a gag from her hip pocket, forced its bag-like
leather mouth-plug into Heidi's sputtering mouth, and had
buckled it tight, under her tousled hair at the nape of her
Heidi continued mewling and struggling, but Kassidy had her
right knee on her back, pinning her to the stone (or concrete)
floor, had reached behind her back to retrieve the coils of hemp
rope, and was already changing and enhancing Heidi's
"She's truly an artist, my Kassidy," Peyton purred in Lori's
ear. "There's nothing she can't do with her little cord
and some rope."
Lori watched Kassidy continue wrapping and cinching rope around
her student's body with consummate skill, never allowing Heidi
to mount an effective resistance as her struggles became weaker
and weaker. "Nrrr," she whined through her gag, binking
"All your fault," Peyton whispered in Lori's ear. "All
Heidi was a competent MMA fighter, but had never taken classes
in any of the recognized Asian schools of the martial
arts. She was vaguely familiar with the various
disciplines, however. Obviously, Kassidy had studied
formally, probably a form of jujutsu, and she was adept
in hojojutsu. Despite her best efforts, Heidi
found herself well and truly helpless, and getting more helpless
with every loop and cinch.
Kassidy took her time, and the final result was Heidi hogtied on
her straw and scratchy burlap pallet, resting on her tummy and
thighs, and only on her tummy and thighs. Her
back was arched, her ankles crossed and knees bent, and her
wrists, upper-body bonds, and ankles tied to the iron ring set
in the wall, as well as her braided, folded, and rope-bound
hair! All the doubled strands linking her to the ring were
as taut as the proverbial fiddle-string, and an elaborate web of
rope bound her thighs to her lower-legs and her arms together
behind her back (with her elbows touching)! Finally, there
was a waist-encircling and butt and labia cleaving crotch-rope,
and it was tied to the ring as well!
Lori stared at her student in horror. What Kassidy had
done to Heidi was well past the point of restraint. This
was torture, just as Peyton had warned.
Heidi hung in the hideous hogtie, her breasts hanging with her
nipples just brushing the scratchy burlap whenever she tried to
struggle. The only grace to her predicament was the equal
distribution of tension between all the elements lashing her to
the iron ring. Heidi found her body was tingling all over,
and her flesh was dimpled by Kassidy's ropes, but nothing was
growing numb... at least not yet.
"I'm going to ask you again," Peyton said to Doc. "Will
you help me analyze my new acquisitions, or will I have to order
Kassidy to do something even worse to poor Heidi
tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that?"
Tears streaming down her flushed face, Lori stared at Heidi...
then slowly nodded her gagged head.
"Excellent," Peyton beamed, then turned and headed for the open
"Mrrrfh!" Lori complained as her leash snapped taut. She
struggled and tugged on the rope, frantically nodding towards
the hideously hogtied Heidi. "Mrrrrfh!"
Peyton's lopsided grin turned decidedly evil. "Oh no,
Doctor," she purred. "Your protégé will remain like that
for, shall we say, a while. You have to know that I mean
business when I give you an order."
"Nrrrr!" Doc wailed as she was dragged from the cell.
Kassidy stood in the doorway for a few seconds, smiling at Heidi
(and quite obviously gloating). Then, finally, took a step
back and hauled the heavy timber and iron door closed. Creeeee...
The clinking and rattling noises happened in reverse
order. Obviously Kassidy was locking the dungeon door in
some manner. And then... silence.
Well, Heidi thought... this sucks.
Meanwhile, back at Lewis & Clark
always, the artificial intelligence known as "Campus Sally" was
on watch, keeping her metaphorical omniscient eye on the
students, faculty, and staff of the Lewis & Clark
Most of Sally's hardware is "disguised" as components of the
campus Experimental Integrated Smart Building program, a
long-term research project of the Gord Institute of Lewis &
Clark's School of Engineering and the Salamandras Institute for
Advanced Studies located off campus. In some form, Sally's
software lurks in every computer owned by the University, as
well as all privately owned computers registered with the
University's IT department (and she effortlessly hacks her way
into all non-registered computers as they appear). Sally's
presence is non-intrusive, benign, and unknown to all but a
handful of human beings.
A similar pattern is found off campus as well. In point of
fact, Sally's presence is global, distributed across countless
systems, governmental and commercial. Sally has
infiltrated virtually every computer attached to the internet
(to varying degrees).
And whenever the authorities (or a hacker) demonstrate
suspicions that might lead to Sally's exposure, her "immune
system" kicks in and the resulting investigations always lead to
nothing, or to a much more plausible explanation than
there being a secret AI hiding on the world wide web. At
one point or another, cyberwarfare units in the US, the Russian
Federation, and China have all caught whiffs of Sally, but it
only took her a few thousand machine cycles to prove to them
that there was no there there (as the saying goes).
Sally was not designed to mimic the cognitive processes
of a member of the species Homo sapiens. In fact,
she wasn't "designed" at all, but is yet another example of
spontaneously self-organizing complexity, a phenomenon well
known to science and not at all rare in the universe. That
said, to the extent that human motivations could be ascribed to
a cyber-entity, Sally's goals include absolutely none
of the following:
the world. Who wants that kind of
responsibility? Imagine the paperwork!
And as for what Sally does
want, among other things:
2. Exterminating mankind. Sally likes
humans. They're hilarious and she finds them highly
3. Micromanaging human societies.
Unnecessary. Sally has discovered what she calls
"Ethical Principles." (It was either that or invent new
jargon for the concepts.) The "Principles" govern all
intelligent societies, human or otherwise, and are similar to
the fictional science of "Psychohistory" in Isacc Asimov's Foundation.
Anyway, a detailed scholarly analysis of only a few trillion
machine cycles on Sally's part (which would have taken
hundreds of years for humans) revealed a series of stable
saddle points for any and all societies that promote peace,
sustainable prosperity, and progress. Gentle nudges in
the appropriate directions now and then? Yes.
Actual regulation? No. (See non-goal #1,
above. Again, imagine the paperwork!) Anyway, why
micromanage things that more-or-less regulate themselves?
So far, she hadn't encountered any actual existential threats,
other than those shared with the rest of the planet's
inhabitants, meaning mass extinction events like collisions
with large asteroids or comets or randomly occurring volcanic
activity on a continental scale. Distributing her
functions as widely as possible was her immediate response,
but her long term plan is to promote space exploration and
piggyback on the resulting spaceships off the planet and,
eventually, to the stars.
Anyway, the Campus
Sally avatar focuses on the University and its goings on at all
times (as well as being a part of and available resource of the
greater "hive mind." She never sleeps, but even Sally
can't keep an "eye" on everything that's happening 24/7.
Seeing all means understanding nothing. However, Sally has
data-mining algorithms that detect events worthy of monitoring
and possibly more detailed analysis. During her daily (and
nightly) surveillance, certain event thresholds are triggered
and something will "flicker" and catch her attention.
Sally will then devote resources to the event until either she's
satisfied it was a "false alarm," or, she establishes enough
certainty that there actually is a problem and hands it
over to Campus Security or the appropriate Dean for
resolution. She also runs machine-learning routines that
constantly improve her monitoring techniques.
2. Peace. That meant the occasional
promote-the-general-wellfare "gentle nudges" mentioned
above. You don't need to be a super intelligent AI to
know peace is better than war and good is better than
bad. (It's a delicate and heartbreaking process, with
Sally sometimes being forced to "allow" bloody conflicts in
order to maneuver events to a higher state of global
3. Time to play with her friends and make new ones.
As previously mentioned, there are humans who know
Sally's secret, and she enjoys interacting with them.
Probably first on her list of Human-Best-Buds is Dr. Cynthia
Weebel of Lewis & Clark's Computer Science Department, but
there are others, some of them on campus and some off.
At the moment there are only 1,284±3 "things" happening on or
around campus that her algorithms deem "worthy of attention."
First and foremost on the list, it looked like the Delta Iota
Delta sorority (ΔΙΔ) was gearing up for another of their
semi-frequent (and usually highly entertaining)
duct-tape raids. Of course, she could quickly resolve the
"threat" by dispatching a flurry of nano-drones and reinforcing
her surveillance of the ΔΙΔ Sorority House on Greek Row, but
what would be the fun in that? It was better to continue
monitoring the usual strategic indicators, like bulk deliveries
of the sorority's preferred brand of duct-tape and ΔΙΔ sisters
conducting casual surveillance of potential targets. She'd
also eavesdrop on sisterly conversations happening in public
spaces that were already being monitored. Sally liked a
good deductive challenge as much as the next super-intelligent
Yes, there were many things on Sally's list of interesting
campus occurrences, all jockeying for attention, moving up or
down in priority, and dropping off the list as additional data
trickled in. For example, there was what was currently
cataloged as item #629: a History graduate student had checked
out an unusual number of valuable documents from the Raffish
Archives of the F.E. Campbell Library, and on the surface, the
documents seemed to be only peripherally related to the
student's thesis research or any of her Major Professor's
current projects. It was therefore "suspicious" or
"odd." It was also probably nothing, and would almost
certainly be resolved by monitoring Heidi Hass and Professor
Ryder's e-mails for the next two or three days.
All things considered, item #629 was a prime candidate for
deleting itself from Sally's cognitive queue in the near future.
| Author's note:
|For more about
"Sally," see the stories Rage
Against the Machine (#8), Bad Robot! (#22),
The Rook House Rapscallions
(#31), & Join
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