"I think that's a very good idea," said Eloise, whose habit of reading Chinese philosophy was certainly not of any practical use.
The main point was enjoying what was left of time -- his time, or human time, or any time at all. People seemed to simultaneously embrace and deny this concept. One of the more interesting things she'd observed.
"I studied neurons," Ellie elaborated, amused; there was a somewhat bashful tone to her voice, though she felt nothing of the sort. "Their synapses, signals, communication... How that plays into our psychology. A lot of biology. A lot of genetics. All interrelated."
She paused. "It was good times."
And it meant a lot to her, to have experienced it. Now all Ellie could do was study and try to retain what she'd known. Books would help rebuild society eventually -- somehow -- if enough were preserved. But there was something to be said for personal knowledge and experience. She hoped eventually hers might contribute to something good.
"I haven't," Ellie answered. "Noticed. I've... Not been to any other safehouses in this network. Before this, I was out in the city."
This was a fact that met mixed reactions. She didn't always understand why.