Chapter 8
by 
BiBiComte
What does she pick?
Yes.
Without thinking Sara pressed 'Yes'. The window disappeared without even an encore prompt, one, you know, that usually showed up before potentially system-breaking decisions, bu she shrugged it away and continued typing. Only a minor buzz sparkled through the air that she -- and likely everyone else, for that matter -- didn't detect before instantaneously subsiding as quickly as it had come.
With the list of rules back in front of her, Sara tapped her chin and tried to re-board her train of thought.
"Oh, oh, that's right." With gleaming eyes, she brought her fingers forward and proceeded with...
