Settling into the chair, comfortable and letting this be as much as life had been. A coffee meeting at an outdoor café. It was almost like life had been. Except that he would go home to a huge tower and no Pepper.

“Not that they could, but they will. Though I’m speaking actual waiters and not just aliens and their not real people.” He still wanted to get into one, find out if they were flesh and blood or what, but if they were, what did that make him?