Chapter 4 (Cont.)
When I made my way out of Gavin's room and towards the kitchen, I saw my husband still holding the newspaper in a hypnosis; there was the coffee cup on the side table. Without disturbing him or letting him know of my presence, I peeked through the glass to look at the balcony, at the content of the coffee cup: halfway from its original filling, suggesting that he has been too busy in the newspaper to remember taking sips. Funny thing... He doesn't let me make his coffees, he insists on making them himself, with an unwavering passion for the craft. Even before our meeting, he had already rejected modern automated coffeemakers, instead opting for old world brewing procedures. So we have manual brewers, filters, beans and even something so antiquated as a kettle. The popular coffee brewer throughout the NWF was an advanced machine with holographic controls that covered every type of coffee imaginable with precision. Although some companies have capitalised nostalgia for a while and marketed unprocessed beans and manual brewers, no one but only historians know that there used to be a thing called a kettle. Museums in the New World Federation states has exhibitions of prehistoric age, medieval age and late modernity; major details of post-industrial age and late pre-nuclear age were still inside a smokescreen. My husband, I assume, had secured the kettle from an auction. However, the seemingly archeological object was still in pristine condition and he started using it to prepare his coffees; it takes a lot of time from his busy schedule, considering he consumes coffee multiple times a day. Without looking at the newspaper, I started heading towards the kitchen. I don't have to look at newspaper, or even sense the subscribed infoboard in the embedded systems. There was a massacre in Tatterstown. Before any news agency even learned of the event, I knew about it in full detail. If my husband had not disabled the automated news on his system, he would have known about it earlier, yesterday, and not this morning. But even then, I would have already known about the incident for longer than him, or the news agencies... Josef Keinstein was a major binding force in the net of Tatterstown authority. He was not my direct employer, for he handled civil coordination and not my relevant fields; but still, in a way, he was one of my employers.
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