“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.
The Perfect Scientist 