“What? Who? Who is? Wait, how do you know they’re, uh… ‘checking me out’?”
“THEY. THERE. HOW DOES Cᴀʀʟᴏs NOT SEE THE FLESH UNIT WITH EYES.”
Computer’s familiar ‘voice’ drones on, muffled. It’s likely that whatever on earth it was using to talk to Carlos was locked in a closet which honestly seems like the safest scenario with how aggressive technology can get under its influence.
“INCONSEQUENTIAL. Cᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ WILL DELETE. ONE MOMENT.”
>Aᴄᴄᴇss Nᴇᴀʀʙʏ Dᴇᴠɪᴄᴇ… … … Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ… … … Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ.
Rᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ʜᴇʟʟᴏɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ.ᴇxᴇCRACK!! There was a loud noise as one of the extremely expensive Secret Police cameras broke, setting the poster that it was hidden behind on fire. That was going to be expensive.
“…IT APPEARS THAT THE OBSERVING UNIT CANNOT BE GIVEN MALWARE. IT MUST BE BIOLOGICAL. OR WIRELESS.”
Carlos jumped in shock at the sound and stared at the fire, in shock. “Awe… that was one of my favorite ominous big-brother-style posters…” he mourned.
“What the…” He looked around and frowned. “Where are you?” he asked the computer.
“ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ IS CURRENTLY IN THE ‘GET LOST AND FOUND’. IT IS LIKELY TO BE EATEN BY A GRUE.” With its current behavior and the fact that it still had StrexCorp-approved files to abuse, it wasn’t much of a shock that it was in hastily-made solitary confinement. Hopefully, they did a bit better than just putting it in a duct-taped box.
“WITH THE CAMERA OBSOLETE THE ORGANISM CAN NO LONGER BE FOUND. PERHAPS ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs WILL BE EATEN AS WELL.”
“Uh… I’m unlikely to be eaten by a Gru,” Carlos said as he started to look around for the device the Computer had ‘inspirited’. “I mean, I’m not even a huge fan of bananas or unicorns. Where … where is the Lost and Found?” Carlos had no idea who put it there, but that was not a proper place for a slightly ill-tempered piece of machinery.
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