Isabella smiled up at her father.  “Oh, you know, my books keep me company.  But I’d much rather be at the lab learning how to make nanobots.”  She had, in fact, been reading a book on nano chips.  She was determined to become as good a scientist as her father.  At least she had proper textbooks, her father looking the other way when she ordered them.  Most of the information today was on 40B flash chips, so small they were loaded into a computer the same way clips used to be loaded in guns.  One set of 20 flash chips was encased in a small flat module that could be inserted into the computer, allowing one module to contain an entire library, eliminating books and other reading material and relegating all previous books to the various antique stores in most larger cities.  Belle, however, loved books.  She and her father had built their library one book at a time and she felt privileged to sit and run her hands down the spines and across the pages.  Somehow, the information transferred to her more easily off paper than reading it off a screen.<br/><br/>She took her father’s hand.  “Are you ready for some lunch, daddy?”  She led him down the hallway to the dining area.  They ate crisp meat and cucumber sandwiches and chips, talking about the days news and various general topics.  When they finished, she asked her father, “Are you going into the office today?” hoping she could go with him.  “Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting with some Ambassador or something?”<br/><br/><br/>