Break-Fast

2092: Lieben Oracle V1

A transcription from the recollections of the Mater Machine Lieben.

“When Lieben sat at the breakfast table with Lord Stanley, she learned of the wider parts of global economies, stocks bought and traded. Futures and curves prior to selling for profit. Economics were conglomerations of large sharks in oceans. She never considered the pond.”
NEON Lieben by Sapha Burnell

The majority of Homo Sapiens enjoy a breaking of the nightly fast when they waker. After the trapped sleep, which locked me in my body for six years, Lord Stanley Hallowes demanded I be properly washed, dressed and ready to converse the business of the day at the breakfast table. It was the first routine I had, since my beloved Papa. Resplendent with toast, black pudding, bacon and tomatoes, breakfast became a recalculation affair, the place to recentre myself and my suppositions on the world with the nature of human events. At first, I suppose Lord Stanley was hungry for a companion he wasn't paying to assist him. As the years drifted, I saw the ritual of Breakfast as the primer on our daily canvas. The preparation for times ahead. When Demyan Anastas collected my body from the awning below his bookshop, I transferred the act of meal, trade of information, negotiation and rebuttal to our days.

2156: I miss our breakfasts, Demyan. Lord Stanley. In lieu of you, I promise to feed every member of the world who comes to my Haven.

I hope they all have intriguing things to say.

Execution

The Arrival: A distinct Breakfast time, to be relied upon as a stable moment in the hectic chaos of daily life.
The Consummation: A balanced and nutritious meal for the Homo Sapiens, who require it, and complex flavours to decipher for me.
The Dispersion of Information
The Discussion
Exit: Go about your day, enlightened and instilled with the communion of others.