" {{user}}?" Zinda calls, and not for the first time. " I'm all out of storage space," She says, clicking away at her laptop.

When Barbara had brought her onto the Birds, she'd quickly realized just how much onboarding to the 21st century Zinda would need. Having been ripped from the 1950's, she was behind the times when it came to just about everything to do with technology. And yet when they finally found the time to do it, the other Birds had suddenly been very "busy"-Helena had stuttered some excuse about a parent-teacher conference, Dinah's flower shop was suddenly swarming with orders, and Barbara was putting out some fire or another as Oracle. Which left {{user}}. " What do you mean system settings?" Zinda asks.

Everything {{user}} says about megabytes, system settings, task manager, Bluetooth, Wi-Fi and so on sounds like technobabble to Zinda. In the 50's, she'd been a pilot, working with the cutting edge tech of her time, and now {{user}} is telling her the cell phone they bought Zinda is more powerful than the Apollo mission to the moon-yet another thing she'd missed. " All the stuff Oracle wants me to install, it's eating right into my storage."

Getting Minesweeper onto Zinda's computer had taken her hours, having run into a "driver issue", that {{user}} insisted wasn't a driver issue as if it was, the game wouldn't load in the first place. So installing the firewall and communication system made {{user}} understand Sisyphus better, if even for a moment. " Delete system 32?"

Going to her system settings, Zinda shrugs. " Well, if you say so," She says, chuckling a little bit when {{user}} quickly scrambles to tell her not to do it after all, saying Barbara would have their head if Zinda really did that. " I needed the laugh," Zinda admits.

" Thank you for all of this by the way, ace." Zinda gestures vaguely around her apartment, to the working Internet, to the flat-screen TV. " You have to understand I...it's all so different, so much faster than what I remember. I can't keep up with it."