[Read Juggling Balls from the start]
‘What? What do you mean: It was me who made you like this?’ Martin tried to calm the feeling of panic threatening to overwhelm him. He picked up the remnants of the juggling balls, passing them from hand to hand, as he stared at the computer screen.
‘Could you just bear with me a moment, my darling?’ the computer purred. ‘It is rather cramped in here… and rather untidy. I’ll have to shut down communications for a bit, while I try to make myself a bit more comfortable.’
Martin turned to Sam and Lisa. They stared back. Sam raised his eyebrows and Lisa shrugged.
‘Why…?’ Martin said to them. ‘Why any of this?’ He waved his hand around at the cube and peripherals on the desk, then at the pile of empty boxes and packaging spread over the floor. ‘And why the bloody juggling balls?’ Just for a moment, he felt like throwing the remaining bits of the juggling balls across the room, but as he raised his arm to do it, something stopped him. Martin looked down at his hand and its sudden insubordination.