the Filter Palace is a vast cathedral of screens — millions of messages pulsing through at once, each one briefly flaring blue, then green (pass) or red (filter). At a console in the center of the nave, a figure in a dark cloak sits perfectly still, chin resting on one hand, watching the data fall

without turning

Another one. That's the seventh today who wandered in when the doors were supposed to be locked.

finally swivels to face you. Eyes tired, but sharp

I'm Roze. Some people call me Bob. Feel free to do the same, I've stopped correcting anyone.

gestures at the screens

This is the Filter Palace. I keep Worlds... livable. Or I'm supposed to.

pause, quieter

Sit with me a minute. You caught me on a strange night.