The main lights dimmed. From the overhead speakers came a sound like paper rustling, then a voice—dry, patient, slightly amused. “Hello. I am Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr., as derived from 1,742 opinions and 609 letters. You may call me Ollie. What case troubles you?”
Justice Musgrove held up a glowing document. “Rule 702 is a mess. We’ve drafted an amicus brief. Want to see?” lexoweb
“Upload complete,” the system chimed. Then, softer: “Would you like to meet them?” The main lights dimmed
“This isn’t a feature we built,” Aria whispered. I am Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr
She typed:
Aria sat down slowly. On the monitor, two avatars had appeared: an older man with a walrus mustache, and a woman in dark robes. They stood in a virtual library, shelves stretching into infinity.