Edwin Jarvis is rather very intelligent. (![]() ![]() @ 2014-03-18 00:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | david weyland, jarvis |
Who: David and Jarvis.
What: A chat.
When: March 15th.
Where: Jarvis's home.
Rating: Low.
Status: In Progress.
Honestly, Jarvis is more than happy to indulge David's questions about the dream world. He can't blame him, after all. It's something that men like them hope to achieve their entire careers, flawless artificial intelligences.
Saturdays are quiet days, so Jarvis invites David over for a talk over coffee or tea. At the sound of his guest arriving, he answers the door with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Weyland." Jarvis paused, then gave David an apologetic smile. "David, I mean. I'm sorry. Sometimes the formality slips. Please, come in." He steps aside to let the other man in, and closes the door behind him.