Short Debts Make Long Friends: Chapter 26 Snippet
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try a different tactic with the elevator. “Computer, what level is the Alisandre Hotel?”
“The Alisandre Hotel is located on level five thousand two hundred seventeen.”
“Wh - how?!” you screech, flabbergasted. “What kind of bass-ackwards planet has a first floor that starts with five thousand…oh.”
This kind of bass-ackwards planet. Coruscant is built from the bottom up.
“Fine, whatever,” you groan. “Take me to the Alisandre Hotel, please.”
“Sorry. Something went wrong.”
You look up at the ceiling. “You did just fucking not.”
“I’m having trouble understanding you right now.”
“I need you to take me to the Alisandre Hotel,” you repeat, this time taking extra care to speak slowly and enunciate.
“Sorry. Something went wrong.”
You hurl your bag down on the floor and try to think. You will not cry, you will not call Din for help, and you will not throw a shitfit inside a turbolift that is Alexa’s evil twin.
“Can you please take me to level five thousand – ” Goddamn it, you forgot the number.
“An unexpected error occurred.”
“Lady, I swear to God if you say ‘bad command or file name’ that I will hunt down a copy of WindowsME and break your brain.”
You begin prowling around the interior in hopes of finding an intercom or a screen or manual override or something to smash that can give you the illusion of otherwise having an influence.
“Has anyone ever tried turning you off and on again?”
“Negative.”
You reluctantly kneel down to fetch the comm Din had given you in the event you were separated, and press the button to activate the connection.
He answers immediately: “Are you alright?”
“Hi,” you reply in a bracing tone. “Remember how we agreed that Venus flytraps were too lowbrow for the upper districts?”
The comm sighs. “Where are you?”
“Level two thousand eight hundred and five,” the elevator helpfully supplies.
“What?”
“Anyway, how are you?”
“Turbolift, go to level five thousand two hundred seventeen,” Din barks from the comm.
“Sorry. I’m having trouble understanding.”
Cue fistpump and victory dance. It’s not only you that it hates!
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