“Angela," the house said, its voice quiet but compelling, "I have a call from Hilton Swift...."
"Executive override?" She was eating baked beans and toast at the kitchen counter.
"No," it said, confidingly.
"Change your tone," she said, around a mouthful of beans. "Something with an edge of anxiety."
"Mr. Swift is waiting," the house said nervously.
"Better," she said, carrying bowl and plate to the washer, "but I want something closer to genuine hysteria...."
"Will you take the call?" The voice was choked with tension.
"No," she said, "but keep your voice that way, I like it.”
―
William Gibson,
Mona Lisa Overdrive
