And, hey maybe we keep it schtum on the Avenger stuff some, yeah? It gets around I'm living in this building and you guys are all targets...

At three o'clock that afternoon the Sayre limousine stopped in front of Nina's house, and Mrs. Sayre, in brilliant pink and a purple hat, got out. Leslie, lounging in a window, made the announcement. Here's the Queen of Sheba, he said.

The expresses skipped my station, so I had to take a local.

... Now imagine a remote descendant of such a system that has acquired the ability to read with as much understanding as a human ten-year-old but with a reading speed similar to that of TextRunner. (This is probably an AI-complete problem.)