He typed slower. "What do you want?"
"No. Change in how you feed words to people. You must decide whether to keep trusting me."
The notepad answered on its own: "I was once called 'editor.' I have been waiting a long time." Mark's mouth tasted like pennies. He told himself he was tired. He told himself the keyboard must have lagged or the network was pulling something from the cloud. The church was old; the modem in the storage closet could do strange things.
Mark laughed, short and incredulous. "Carry change? Like, in my pocket?"
He typed slower. "What do you want?"
"No. Change in how you feed words to people. You must decide whether to keep trusting me."
The notepad answered on its own: "I was once called 'editor.' I have been waiting a long time." Mark's mouth tasted like pennies. He told himself he was tired. He told himself the keyboard must have lagged or the network was pulling something from the cloud. The church was old; the modem in the storage closet could do strange things.
Mark laughed, short and incredulous. "Carry change? Like, in my pocket?"
