He dragged her into one of the first floor bedrooms and Anissa saw more of the plastic and metal boxes like the ones that made music and heated food. One that looked like the television sat on the wide desk with a flat version of a typewriting machine in front of it.
"This is a computer." David sat in the single black leather chair and tugged her down to perch on the arm. Excitement fairly hummed through his voice and she remembered Wesley telling her that David was an expert with these machines. "They're what I work with, what I teach about and they're like nothing that existed in the 1920s. I don't want to take time to explain everything about how they work - that could take months - but if you can master the basics, this will be your single most effective tool for learning about the twenty-first century." He fiddled with a couple of buttons and the screen came to life.