The elevator doors slid open to reveal floor number three. It looked like a super computer had thrown up in here. Huge screens covered every wall in the wide-open space, and several gaming systems, the latest in VR tech from what Amy could tell, were set up but not in use. The entire floor seemed empty save for a single, glass cubicle at the center that was lit from within with a flickering blue light.
Wilford practically danced over to the door, bursting through without so much as a knock and shouting, "Tahdah! Miss Peebles, I introduce you to what is easily the most boring Ego, the lovely Mister Google." The Ego in question was sitting at his computer desk looking very annoyed. His eyes glowed the same blue of the overhead light, as well as the "G" symbol on his shirt.
"Get out, you useless piece of candy-coated trash," Google muttered, barely audible.
"That was a colorful insult," Amy commented, somewhat impressed, and Will giggled.
"I tampered with his speech programming when he was charging and took away his ability to use 'foul language,'" (He actually used air quotes), "so he resorts to all sorts of funny insults these days," Wilford winked at the droid who looked about ready to jump across the desk.
"Miss Nelson," Google said cordially as he turned away from the other Ego. It was scary how fast his temperament could change, "It is pleasing to finally have you here at Ego Incorporated. Please let me know if you have any issues that you would like resolved. We've been instructed by Mark, Master of Awesomeness," (Amy assumed that was a little tweak of Mark's), "to do whatever we can to accommodate you during your time here."
There was a knock at the door, and Google snapped his fingers. The door opened on its own—Amy saw that it was automated—to reveal another, much more yellow, version of Google. Oliver seemed downtrodden and genuinely frustrated until his glowing eyes locked onto Amy. The droid snapped to attention and began blushing ridiculously. "Ah, M-m-m-m-miss N-n-n," Oliver began glitching so badly that he shut down altogether.
Google let out another string of interesting curses and jumped up from his desk. "My apologies, Miss Nelson. His systems have been under stress since Darkiplier requested IT assistance this morning. He will be dealt with accordingly." His glowing blue eyes, sharp as Wilford's knives, snapped up to meet hers. "It won't happen again."
Amy shook her head and tried to give Google a reassuring pat on the shoulder, but the droid didn't seem to react to the touch. "Oh, no, no! Don't feel bad about it. It's no trouble at all." She tried to use her smile that always worked on Mark, but Google immediately turned away and began working on the yellow droid.
"Well, this is no fun!" Wilford scooped Amy out of the office and back into the elevator. "And how are you enjoying your tour, Miss Peebles?"
Before she could answer, the elevator's doors opened, revealing the fourth floor. It was dark with only exposed, orange bulbs hanging from the ceiling to light the way through the labyrinth of bookshelves stuffed with tomes. Amy took a few steps into the room when she heard a feather soft voice whispering somewhere among the stacks.
"The Host is pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Nelson."
