"You don't. Computer decides where you go, when. Our dirty little 
secret: This isn't really that ractive, it's just a plot tree—but it's 
good enough for our clientele because all the leaves of the tree—the 
ends of the branches, you understand—are exactly the same, namely what 
the payer wants—you follow? Well, you'll see," said the old man on the 
screen, reading Miranda's confusion in Spirit's face. What looked like guarded 
skepticism on Miranda came across as bubble-brained innocence on Spirit.