More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier

[02]

I yawned and wandered downstairs the next morning, padding towards the kitchen. As I stood at the coffee maker, I peaked back into the living room. Google was still in his corner that I had left him in the night before, but now both the foot indents and the G on his chest glowed a bright green. I assumed that meant he was fully charged. I wandered over to him, my mug pressed between my hands.

"Google, power on." 

The humming that had filled the room silenced as Google opened his eyes and looked dead at me. I smiled, taking a sip of coffee. 

"Good morning, Google." 

He tipped his head. 

"Good morning."

There was just something addicting about his voice. I just wanted to listen to him talk all day. And that's generally what I planned to do. As the day progressed, I asked him anything from how space worked to if he knew how to recite the periodic table (of course he did).

I'm sure if he was a normal human, he would get so annoyed with my questions he'd pick me up and throw my skinny ass for being so annoying. But he was a robot, and, as everyone knows, robots don't have feelings. End of story. I was taking an off day from YouTube, more interested in my new house guest.

Google was stiff, always waiting for my command before he did anything. We were now sitting on the couch and he was rambling off about Quantum Physics when I decided to try something. 

"Google," The bot stopped talking mid sentence, the microphone icon popping up between us with a soft ding. "What would happen if I gave you admins permission?" 

An almost sinister grin appeared on the module's face.

"Giving me admins permission would allow me to complete all tasks automatically, even as you sleep. You would also have unlimited rootimentery access to my files and documents." 

Well, that wasn't a terrifying idea. Again, the screen asking for access hovered in front of him and again there was a series of crackles and glitches. When I looked up, it seemed Google had frozen. 

"D-d-don't... Do it." A voice called out. I looked at the screen that had been blacked out. 

"Hello?" I asked curiously.

"N-n-no matter... Wh-wha-what... Do not g-g-give admin p-p-permissions." 

A crackling voice rumbled out. It was the same one I had heard the night before. I blinked.

 "Why not?"

"B-b-because--" 

But before the person could finish explaining why, Google unfroze, staring at me as the access screen crackled back into view. I again hit the cancel button, much to Google's annoyance. I needed to figure out what that voice was. For the rest of the day, I was in deep thought.

Google didn't interrupt me, just stared at me, grumbling under his breath. I yawned and stretched. 

"Google, what time is it?"

"It is currently one-thirty five p.m, Friday, November eighteenth." 

I nodded. "Thanks. I'm going to go out for a bit, so, uh... Google, power down." 

The module closed it's eyes, staying in the exact same stiff, straight backed position on the couch. I stood, stretching before grabbing my jacket and tugging it on. I wandered out, back to roaming the streets like I had the night before. I was still concentrated on what that voice was and who it could possibly belong to.

My phone soon began to ring and I tugged it out of my pocket. Felix. I swiped to answer, pushing the phone to my ear. "Hey, bro." I smiled at the sound of my friend's voice.