<div class="floatright">(https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/dfhZW5WztL924hltt0kJKGLXX5wmRvvMCv8atkW0YKfmvyWk2xkQAwYmWJQiW-vCD0SRgeU5rT2jNWDLKy-NG9eOoef-2FbpSlI4laKJKF_LcHf8HJCTFtw5)</div><br/>The smell of curry spices and sizzling lamb emerged from the kitchenette behind the refigerator.<br/><br/>Amani emerged with a washcloth in hand, dancing energeticly to an unheard sound track.  The djinniah shook her shapely hips and skipped about as she scrubbed down the counters and polished the coffee machine, then dashed back into the kitchenette.  The sound of sizzling flared a few times as she tossed the pan a few times to flip the meat, then she danced out again, polishing up the glass tables.<br/><br/>The cleaning drones that came by in the wee hours of the morning had had little to do in recent months, and the live cleaning crew who came through monthly, less.<br/><br/>This wasn't the shapely blue girl's first time living in a technologically advanced world—even f her magic was tied to a world that was anything but.  She'd not been completely lost when Parker first claimed her ring.  She'd still been surprised at how many delights this world would have to offer.  She remembered how technologically advanced peoples could summon music from their machines with the touch of a few buttons.  Having those same machines implanted in her head and accessible with a few thoughts was something new and wonderful.  It was also intresting the way she could share that music. She currently had two icons hovering in the air alongside her for anyone with a chip to see:<br/><br/>What I'm Listening To (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrLV7WRR0Rw&noredirect=1)<br/><br/>What I'm Cooking (http://indianfood.about.com/od/lambdishes/r/Lamb-Curry-Meat-Curry.htm)<br/><br/>People could look directly at them and access her play list—and her own publication of her lamb curry recipe—with a simple thought.  It came as easily to this world's humans as the simplest magic came to her.  Indeed, there was something god like about it.<br/><br/>Amani darted into the kitchen again and fliped the meat in the pan, then worked for a few minutes longer before broadcasting a simple text to the rest of Ultra's field agents.<br/><br/>Come to the lounge if you'd like lunch.<br/>--Amani<br/><br/>She also sent a special one straight to Parker.<br/><br/>Master.<br/><br/>I've made a special meal for you and my coworkers.  Please join us in the lounge.  I worry when you work so hard that you forget to eat.  Please come, I'll give you a massage?<br/><br/>--Amani.