Babies On Their Minds

You know, the pregnancy has given me lots of interesting conversations to record. In the hallway, Sector Five, while waiting for the elevator:

"I heard Nikki Harden's pregnant," Alex Diamond said.

"Yes, she is," T. said, her eyes trained on the lights above the elevator door.

"Will she be taking time off soon?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her."

"If I were Rick Harden, she'd be."

Elevator door opened. I ordered my controls to have the elevator surveillance on. This is going to be so good, dudes!

Silence in the elevator. I was getting disappointed. They weren't talking! T. stared at the elevator doors as if they couldn't open fast enough. Alex reached out, and clicked on a button. Hurrah! The elevator stopped moving! Yes, yes, yes! I commanded the lenses to zoom in....

"What are you doing?" Hmm. T.'s voice sounded husky.

"I was thinking of you pregnant with my baby."

Silence. Silence!!!! I think T. was speechless! You should see the frozen expression on her face!

"It isn't going to happen," she finally said. Alex took a step toward her. T turned, finally looking at him. Her eyes were definitely speaking volumes, dudes! "Don't come any closer."

Alex took another step.

"You agreed if I transferred back you'd keep your distance," T. reminded him tensely.

"I changed my mind."

He was about THIS close to her now, folks. They were whispering. Thank goodness COMCEN micro-mics are state-of-the-art.

T. moved her hand. She jammed one hard finger on the Red button and the stupid alarm started. Damn it, COMCEN elevators are also self-programmed to restart when they detect no problem. Alex ignored that as he crowded her against the corner of the elevator, and double damn it, obscuring my view of T. His hands braced against both sides of the walls, trapping poor T., as he leaned into her. I couldn't see their expressions, triple damn it. It got to be some intense looks there, don't you think? I'm beginning to understand this human cuss word.

"Unchange it." Muffled. Hard to hear above the alarm. Is that the best she could do?

"But I like the thought of you pregnant," Alex murmured.

The elevator door opened. Jed walked in.

"Go take another elevator," Alex said, not turning around.

"Don't mind me," Jed said, "I'm just the service man. By the way, don't you think you two should at least use the places where the microeyes aren't trained on you?"

T. had pushed Alex off or Alex had given her room to get away. Either way, the magic moment was spoiled. They walked out of the elevator, leaving Jed. Actually, T. sort of stomped out hurriedly. He pressed his floor and then turned and looked dead straight at me. That man knew every micro-eye hidden, I swear.

"Triple-C, I'm ashame of you," he said softly.

Like he didn't listen in on everybody himself. Oh well, surflettas. I tried.