“No,” I said gently, reaching out to stop my student. “Not like that. That motion with your knife will make everything uneven.”
He sighed. “But what does is matter? As long as it tastes good-”
I grinned, cocking my head. “If everything is different sizes, it will cook unevenly. Some will be more done, some will be less done. It’s the same reason you don’t throw everything into the pan at once, some things take long than other to cook.”

Eduardo tapped his fingers slowly on his desk, staring at the little doc on his tablet. It was a cushy job, a post teaching in an art academy, offering to allow Luca to teach her specialty, holosculpting, provided she taught classes on the less esoteric artforms that she’d had to learn in pursuit of her fine arts degree. It paid well, the contract was excellent, it came with an apartment and expense account for the local municipal transport system. And she would only have to spend a total

One of the benefits of being like me is that my brain is structured slightly differently, giving me a clear sense of time and spatial relations. What that mean, in concrete terms, is that I never get lost and I don’t need an alarm to wake up in the morning. I know when I need to be awake in the morning, and I just...wake up. I’m not one hundred percent sure how it all works, but I have never been late for any morning task.
I stood up from my pallet, and grabbed my prepared breakfast