Now she was standing by a branch-fence, staring at a nearby baseball game. I was relieved to see her vanitar react when I handed her something from one of the park's many vendors. She held the cone at eye level and stared at it.
"Ice cream," I said.
"I do not eat."
I raised my cone and bit some of the mint chocolate chip off. "You think I'm really eating right now?"
Now she stared at me.
"Sensory data," I said.
"It is still a very strange idea for me."
One of the catchers started yelling profanities and complained something was wrong with the field. His friends denied anything was wrong and told him to leave if he wanted. The shouting match quickly passed and the next hitter went up to the plate, hitting a ball deep toward the same catcher. This ball got away from him, too.
"Archer is right. An unresponsive module is causing others to overcompensate. The ball arced two degrees to the right. The faster hits distort more."
I let out a snicker. The catcher was whining again and his teammates were in denial. Then something bugged me, though the thought shouldn't have been surprising.