Museum of History and Technology
January 14, 1971
IAS-sama stood with her jacket off behind a gray steel government issue desk in the non-public Archives section of the museum’s National Mall building. Golden eyes and stylishly short, curly ended bob of silver hair contrasted with the distinctly old fashioned gray suit she was wearing. Her guests, visitors, petitioners, whatever term they preferred sat in straight backed equally government-issue chairs across from the National Museum’s only resident OS-tan. DOS/360 was too large for hers while her smaller associate seemed to fit right in with her brown and cream jacket/skirt combo.
“You have sought me out, ladies, disrupted my plans for an excellent extended lunch,” IAS began, turning to the sideboard and filling a tumbler from a decanter, “Shall we wait in silence until you find your voices, or can we get on with it?”
The small one, whom IAS didn