I think that does it for "Emulator." In a year or so, when your tolerance for familial excursions of this type has perhaps regenerated, I'll let you know the types of shit my daughter gets up to. She has her mother's head for math, those inexplicable and sorcerous divinations. I've always resented numbers, and really, what's to like. As an accomplished (and arguably, professional) liar I vastly prefer words, whose precise meaning is almost always in superposition. I took debate, certainly; I can lie with numbers, too. Eventually though, eventually, numbers have a way of holding their shape.