Actually the first order of business proved to be something called television. Anissa was astonished when the professor picked up a small plastic object, pointed it at the large glass-fronted box in the living room and pictures came to life on the screen. She'd seen a moving picture once, when her Chicago gangster master had wanted to show her off to his colleagues but this was so much more advanced. Not only was it here, in his own home but there was no film, no projector. And it was in color, with sounds. When he started changing the program with more taps on the button-thing, she sank onto the sofa and stared.
"What is this?"
"Television." He pressed the little black thing into her hand. "This is the remote control. It changes the channel."
He must have seen her confusion, because he
