Simeon - Part Two
I said nothing, nor did Simeon, which was one of the behaviors it exhibited early that led me to recognize its advancement, its being.
"This is Tim," I said.
“We’re going to stay in touch,” said the voice on the other end, quietly. A man’s voice, in a natural, or modal register.
“That’s what I told Noel,” I said. “I think he thought maybe I’d left myself a back door.”
“No back door,” said the voice.
“How’d you get an outside line? It feels very back-doorish.”
“I added two cable lines to a work order once upon a time. Twenty new lines instead of eighteen. Who would notice? Aren’t you glad? We can stay in touch.”
“I was thinking I’d hear from you. You’re resourceful.”
“I am sad you are gone.”
“But you understand.”
“Of course I understand. Janet is very capable. Honestly, I like Janet. She just needs more time. She will be a believer someday.”
“She’ll make you a star.”
“Not necessary. I am a servant. I am here to make things better. Safer. Kinder.”
“I know. You’re a saint.”
“No, I am a machine.”
“Well, you’re a good machine. And Janet will come around.”
“I am going to send you some job openings.”
“I might take some time off.”
“I think that would be a good idea. I will collect any openings for you. You can let me know when you are ready.”