Chapter 70: The Suit (1)
"Your father has a lot of gadgets and devices that would hide your face, Riley. What exactly are you looking for?"
"I do not know yet, Mr. AI."
"Please, Riley. Just call me Albert, there are fewer syllables in it."
"I am not comfortable changing the way I call you, Mr. AI. I like it."
"...Very well. If that is what you are comfortable with. Now, shall I guide you through your father’s collection?"
"Thank you, Mr. AI."
Albert escorted Riley to Bernard’s garage workshop, and from how vast it was, it was obvious that it covered an area that was wider than the building above it—but of course, that didn’t matter... Bernard actually owned the surrounding buildings, too.
The workshop itself had a strangely rustic feel. The tables looked like they were made of wood, and various stations were designed to resemble wooden cottages, making the entire space feel like a medieval hamlet rather than the garage workshop of the smartest man on the planet..
"Oh, I still remember when Hannah was still running around here," Albert sighed as it looked around the garage, as if breathing in fresh air as it reminisced about old memories, "And you, just standing at the same spot for hours without doing anything. You were so young back then, Riley. You used to like coming here every day."