Truth and Beauty 6-5

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“Yes,” said Jack, standing up and collecting a glass from the sideboard and inserting it into the drinks printer.  “Rye, scotch, beer, milk - just turn the knob to highlight the category you want - hard liquor, see?  Then push to select, turn again for the drink - you said rye?  And push again, select your volume.  Select you temperature.  Any extras - rocks?”

“Please.”

“And press run,” Jack finished, pressing the worn green button that started the printer.  The machine clicked, hummed and clicked several more times, and finally whined as something within it spooled up to speed.

“It sounds like a centrifuge,” said Stephen.

“Doesn’t it?  And there we are,” said Jack, raising his voice slightly over the clatter of falling ice cubes, one of which cracked as amber fluid drained into the glass.  The machine chimed and Jack retrieved the drink.  “To your health, doctor,” he said, raising the glass in salute and passing it to his guest.

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