Mark nodded and walked over to the wall and copied Alan’s gesture. The wall became glass like a hologram and then Mark paused, no keyboard, no mouse, hmm interesting. He supposed he could create such but if he was in the grid then he should be able to work directly with it.<br/><br/>He knew what he wanted to do, but how to get the system to follow. He hesitated, his hand hovering and then coming down firmly making contact. He knew the file, know where on the system it would be, how he wanted it to look and he thought fetch.<br/><br/>Nothing seemed to happen, damm so much for that and then it appeared a simple ring binder with System Error Log on the front and filled with lined pages. He need a blank page, the next available record. The file flipped open and the pages began to turn, faster and faster until they almost blurred. He knew that in real computer terms the system was scanning the file looking for a blank record but this seemed so more alive.<br/><br/>The blurring stopped and an empty lined page appeared. Right pen, a simple Bic appeared in his hand and he wrote.<br/><br/>System error code 1487. System unable to read file, clusters inter linked with multiple files at location.<br/><br/>He paused where was he? He looked up above the book and watched, as numbers appeared, presumably a location code. He copied the location and completed the entry. Then he sent the folder away and smiled. Part of SYD’s program was a little routine that checked the System Error Log constantly. And the error he had just falsified was one that SYD was programmed to sort out.<br/><br/>Idly he wondered how it would happen for her, a bell would tinkle, she would get an itch but some how the routine would get the main programs attention. Then depending on where SYD was she would make her way here and he would meet her. He was almost giddy with excitement.<br/><br/>Beaming at Alan, “Shall we get a drink, hopefully we will be joined.”<br/><br/>