Artificial(ish) Intelligence

Chapter 137

"Turn the volume up," said Adelaide, staring out the window at the moving scenery.

"...have been warned to not rely on the delivery of food. This is Barbara Shu, reporting the News Right Now with a fresh breath thanks to <amazingly successful mouth wash or breath mints company>. Do you ever notice your loved ones shy away during those most personal of moments..."

Adelaide played with her screen while the ten minute ad spot played. She'd temporarily gained control over the defencebots before the connection was once more reset. This little problem would be solved once she could get there in person and could by-pass the local server. Then Libbi would get her revenge.

She imagined what it'd be like to be stuck inside a selfiebot, constrained by society due to an unsolicited body. Then she realised this was her own fate, thanks to first impressions and stereotypes.

"The Doosh-o-sphere is now awash with reports of defencebots going down country-wide," continued Barbara Shu, "many angry at House of Paschar."

Adelaide smiled. She hadn't limited her approach to only AutomatIO. Her little joke at a certain former boss' little member was simply the icing on top. The dish of revenge was cold enough, now, to serve to the poor unsuspecting Mr muscular-and-tubular-female-genital-tractcunt-breath Borken. It would completely ruin him. The drop in confidence would see not only his defencebot business plummet but an across-the-board drop in all divisions. There were plenty of competitors champing at the bit to usurp House of Paschar's ascendency, and now he didn't have her strategic prowess to combat the attack. He was finished.

The car pulled up outside the gates of the Schuvantz building. Closed, locked. It was nothing a few laser blasts couldn't fix. She cackled in that same evil way, with a few muahahaha's, interspersed with soft ackackack's, while bringing up her screen.