They touched their glasses together and Peter looked into his own
to avoid her eyes as he sipped the wine.
"Come on," Ivy said, "let's eat." She went about filling two
bowls with stew, while he sliced the crusty loaf of bread she'd
set out on the counter. She carried the bowls into the dining
room, and he followed with the bread and his glass of wine.
"Sit," she said, "I'll get the bottle."
He drank some more, and when she came back in he noticed her
glass. She had filled it.
They ate in silence for a few moments. He told her the stew was
delicious, and she said she was surprised, though she wasn't
really.
"So, what made you choose Stanford?" he said.
"A course they had. It's called VTSS. Values, Technology,
Science, and Society."
"I've never heard of it."
"It's been around for awhile. Interesting mix."
"Sounds like it. What interests you about it most?"
"Well, how they all overlap. One affecting and impacting the
other, and so on. You sure know all about that."
"Me?"
"Sure, you." She snorted. "Come on. You know, the way the
computers you invented have changed our society, that they're
founded on science and technology. How they've affected people's
values." She glanced up from her plate. "I mean, really, you've
democratized computing power among the masses, putting it in the
hands of the people.
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