Three Days Later.

Eleanor sits at the kitchen table, scribbling notes at furious speed into the third notebook that Megan purchased for her two days ago. A laptop is set up next to her and a website is open to wikipedia where she has obtained most of her information.

“Good morning, Matt,” Megan greets from the living room, making Eleanor turn her head in his direction.

“Nice to see you again, Matt,” Eleanor greets.

“Good morning. Is she still at it?” Matt asks Megan.

“Yes. I’m going to have to buy a dozen more notebooks if this keeps up,” Megan says. “She’s going through wikipedia at warp speed.”

Eleanor beams. She takes pride in adapting to situations when given the right equipment. The first step was mastering the internet. Luaril had an internet over a hundred years ago. Now, all information is instantly accessible on the Holostyle Watch. Thanks to that fact, intelligence is equally distributed to everyone.

Here, the internet is the key to knowledge. There is hardly a single thing that cannot be learned from the internet. Her mind nearly exploded when she happened to wander onto a website called Youtube. From heart warming pussycat videos to movie trailers, she nearly had a sensory overload.

“Eleanor, honey, you need to take a break,” Matt suggests.

“I guess I could use a break,” Eleanor says, putting the pen down. “Care to give me a test?”

“A test?” Matt asks, confused.

“What is an elevator?” Megan asks.

“An elevator, or a lift, is a cable assisted, hydraulic cylinder assisted or roller track assisted machine that vertically transports people or freight between floors, levels, or decks of a building, vessel or other structure,” Eleanor explains.

“Impressive. Which notebook did you write that in?” Matt asks.

“The first one,” she answers with a shrug.

“That is impressive,” Matt says before turning his head towards the chirp of his cell phone. “I believe my mother has just sent a text message. Would you check it, Megan?”

“Sure,” Megan says, walking towards the cell phone on the counter and picking it up. “Eleanor has been accepted. The paperwork is finished. Eleanor Bigsby is now the first person in the Permanude Program.”

Eleanor lets the words sink in. The first person in the Permanude Program. Everyone will see her bare body now. The shame is almost too much to bear. Another cell phone chirp brings her gaze back to Megan.

“If you are approached by police, you are to identify yourself as Eleanor Bigsby PN-01. Once that is entered into the police computers, it will be confirmed,” Megan reads.

“Well then, after breakfast, let’s go for a walk in town. I promise you will learn more by experience than on Wikipedia,” Matt suggests.

“I agree. Let’s go out. What about going out for breakfast?” Megan suggests.

“Let’s let Eleanor decide. Should we have breakfast here or go out to a restaurant?” Matt asks.