Bishop was sitting comfortably at one of the chairs in the Unbound Smokes Library, which was adjacent to his private quarters. It was one of those rare occasions, where he allowed someone into his quarters and therefore the door to the next room was open. He had set up a laptop with a beamer projecting at his white-board, that was cleared of all text for the time being. The Laptop was set-up with a secure cable line to a secondary hub, that routed through a variety of hosts to a final point located at a wireless antenna mast on one of the many buildings in downtown sacramento. Even though it represented a certain security risk setting the connection up so early, he was confident, that just this once, it would be in order to stay connected for a little longer than the usual ten minutes once a month.
He had prepared a top to bottom approach for this little demonstration, that would follow the average users path down the rabbit hole, complete with all obstacles Bishop had set up in order to challenge those individuals. Now he was waiting for his guest. His quarter was cleaned up, all things in order. Small items were spread throughout the room in regular spacings, which Bishop used for training his memory on occasion but at least twice a week. The windows were closed by curtains to protect them from prying eyes.
Ariadne Kelreth