London is a busy city, most days.
People rush about, from work to lunch to shops to home.
There's always something to occupy one's time.
"Medicinal, if you can get it to me, something to help with diseases, or – something good for the environment, or some advanced multitool – do you have AI?"
"Computer people. Possibly to a lesser extent."
"Of course, no, I understand. Nothing intelligent ever developed, but our technology in that area may be more advanced...I can offer you something which doesn't require the network."
"How quick can you get it?" She looks a bit queasy. "If you don't mind. Also the bucket."
He rushes off.
She waits, trying to be patient.
He returns with the bucket and a small, round metal sphere.
Does the plastic or whatever cage let him put the bucket and the sphere in with her or not.
It does! He places it against it and they are absorbed by the membrane!
… Of course! Weird membrane.
She grabs the bucket and throws up into it.
How uncomfortable for her captor. He looks away.
"I should inform them of my terms. I'm sorry."
He walks away, leaving her alone.
She sighs and holds the bucket away from herself, making sure to touch the metal sphere.
Nothing happens straight away.
A minute and a half later, though, all that's left in the cell is the bucket.