It paid well because of the high payer/payee ratio. Miranda provisionally 
accepted the bid. One of the other host roles hadn't been filled yet, so while 
she waited, she bid and won a filler job. The computer morphed her into the 
face of an adorable young woman whose face and hair looked typical of what was 
current in London at the moment; she wore the uniform of a British Airways 
ticket agent. "Good evening, Mr. Oremland," she gushed, reading the prompter. 
The computer disped it into an even perkier voice and made subtle corrections 
in her accent.