The 'droid looked at him with an expressionless face, though one might call is 'bemused' after a curious tilt of the head as Jake moved off. These particular models of droid, it seemed, weren't built to get into raw technical detail and simply ignored it.<br/><br/>The elevator soon arrived and whisked them up to the 30th floor where a wide, well-lit hallway with only a handful of doors in either direction. Nessa walked to one end and stopped at the one labeled '30A' and held the inside of her wrist out to a reader by the door.<br/>The clock softly clicked and the door popped open inwardly. She pushed it open and smiled over her shoulder, "chip implant," she said with a smirk.<br/><br/>Her apartment was, as far as they city's 'single' population went, abnormal, for she had no set roommate. the studio apartment had a large living area that, while made of hardwood floors, brightly-painted walls, modern light fixtures and floor-to-ceiling walls that looked down on the park, a very large computer 'nest' dominated the room with a dozen screens arranged around a desk with a huge comfortable chair, obviously well worn, and several generations of VR interfaces.<br/><br/>She blushed a dark green. "This is my place," she said, "spartan as it is."<br/><br/>The bedroom off to one side had a very large bed that was well-made and obviously, rarely used, if ever.