Jack of Harts

Remember that little gas station I rendered on the lakeshore on the edges of my family property? I’d added a dock or two, some marine gas refueling points, some boatlifts, and service bays for working on them. I may have had dreams of building something like that on my own and sorta let my imagination go wild. The bodyguard wanted to keep it, as his home away from the simulation. Dad agreed, as long as the main traffic lane avoided our home. That is how our part of the lake got that permanent boat dock and service station. And how it became one of the favorite vacation destinations for AIs in the Cybernetic Council’s simulations who wanted to see the real world. I was seriously stressing my dad’s plan to live a quiet life, away from cybers and AIs.