Book 6 of the Young Wizard series

Consultations

In a living room of a suburban house onLong Island , a wizard sat with a TV remote control in his hand, and an annoyed expression on his face.  Come on,  he said to the remote.  Don t give me grief.

The TV showed him a blue screen and nothing more.

Kit Rodriguez sighed.  All right,  he said,  we re on the record now. You made me do this.  He reached for his wizard s manual on the sofa next to him, paged through it to its hardware section which had been getting thicker by the minute this afternoon found one page in particular, and keyed into the remote a series of characters that the designers of both the remote and the TV would have found unusual.

The screen stayed mostly blue, but the nature of the white characters on it changed. Until now they had been words in the Roman alphabet. Now they changed to characters in a graceful and curly cursive, the written form of the wizardly Speech. At the top of the screen they showed the local time and the date expressed as a Julianday, that being the Earth-based system most closely akin to what the manual s managers used to express time. In the middle of the blue screen appeared a single word:

WON T.

Kit let out a long breath of exasperation.  Oh, come on,  he said in the Speech. Why not 

The screen remained blue, staring at him mulishly. Kit wondered what he d done to deserve this.  It can t be that bad,  he said.  You two even have the same version number.

VERSIONS AREN T EVERYTHING!

Kit rubbed his eyes.

 I thought a six-year-old child was supposed to be able to program one of these things,  said a voice from the next room.

 I sure feel like a six-year-old at the moment,  Kit muttered.  It would work out about the same.

Kit s father wandered in and stood there staring at the TV. Not being a wizard himself, he couldn t see the Speech written there, and wouldn t have been able to make sense of it if he had, but he could see the blue screen well enough.  So what s the problem