“Whoever heard of an engineer in a dress?” asked the talk stringy man as he gazed at the digital displays.
“Perhaps not where you’re from,” Adela said, “but then, that’s why you’re here, your ways don’t work anymore.”
“It’s not that they don’t work…” the man started.
“Riley, we know that your country’s infrastructure is on the brink of collapse, you can no longer control the technology that controls every aspect of your public and social systems,” Adela said sharply. “So please, let’s skip the pretence and get down to business, agreed?”
“Agreed,” Riley conceded forlornly. “So, how does all of this work?”
“Our engineers are trained and equipped to make neural connections with software and data,” Adela explained. “To put it simply, they think through problems and their solutions are implemented and uploaded immediately.”
“You’re saying they control the machines with their minds?” Riley said in disbelief.
“That’s very crudely put, but I guess you could say that, yes,” Adela replied. “For example, the ‘engineer in a dress’ as you put it is Ndidi Banle. She is currently making changes to the air-conditioning system. She is optimising it to react to the slightest change in an individual’s core temperature. It’s part of the new data we now have after the recent upgrade of the staff bio bracelets,” Adela explained.
“Do you expect me to believe that this is even possible?” said Riley.
“I have no expectations of you Riley,” Adela said glancing at her watch. “What I do have is a call with Tokyo at 3pm, so I would advise you to decide whether or not you’re here to do business.”
Riley turned to face Adela.

“I saw the results of the presentation in Ikeja, your results are undeniable,” he said. “We had some of our scientists working on this type of thing decades ago, but they said it was impossible, how have you managed it?”
“You don’t have the right language for me to explain this,” said Adela.
“I am my nation’s Chief Computer Scientist, if anyone is going to understand it, it’s me,” he scoffed.
“Impossible is a word. An English word to be precise,” Adela replied. “Outside of that language, that word does not apply.”
“What do you…” Riley was suddenly distracted by something on the screen. “What’s up with her eyes?”
Adela looked at Riley as he stared at the display. The confusion seemed to almost cause physical pain to this man who was so used to having answers for everything. He turned to her, an intense, questioning look gripping his face.
“We have discovered some interesting about the languages our ‘machines’, as you call them, like to speak in,” Adela said with a smile. “We’ve also discovered that they like to communicate using light.”
// Art by @weirdcreative //
// Words by The Jeli //