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A.N.N.I.E. (Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity) is an outdated android model that emerged on the market two years ago. The Joker purchased her as a toy for his son not knowing she will become the recipient of desperate attempts to keep Y/N with him. After the woman's unexpected death, experiments meant to transfer her conscience inside Annie failed yet The King of Gotham couldn't part with the only thing that reminded him of someone he actually cared about.
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"Can you fix her?" The Joker asks the two programmers that have been assessing the android for the past 15 minutes.
"Hard to tell sir, but we are trying to determine what triggered the malfunction," Zariah points at the 4 laptop screens simultaneously running diagnostics. "Recently there's been a spike in flaws regarding A.N.N.I.E. models; after all they were released 2 years ago. I would recommend acquiring the most current technology..."
"No need to!" J bitterly cuts him off. "Just fix her!"
"We will do our best, sir!" Mickel reassures The King of Gotham: his wretched temper might interfere with today's agenda and the two hackers simply can't afford it.
"Your best is not enough," The Joker growls. "She cornered my son last night and almost crushed him against the wall. I had to use manual override to shut her down. That's not typical machine behavior, is it?!"
"No sir, although I've heard of similar incidents in the past months. If it continues, Annie prototype will be pulled off the market soon," Zariah informs.
"Her name's not Annie," The Clown Prince of Crime interrupts the unwanted advice. "Her name's Y/N!"
Awkward silence and Kase's voice resonates from upstairs.
"Daddy?... Daddy?..."
"My son's awake; I'll be back," J abandons the two men in a hurry and stumbles on the numerous cables connecting the laptops to the cyborg on his way out.
"Goddammit!", he huffs through his clenched teeth before vanishing around the corner.
"That was fucking weird," Mickel whispers. "What does he means her name is not A.N.N.I.E.?! Am I crazy? Is this not Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity sitting in that chair?!"
"Of course it is," Zariah confesses in low tone. "He gives me the creeps too how he thinks she's in there."
"What do you mean "she"?" the obvious question follows.
"Check those cords," Zariah urges and continues: "You noticed he corrected me with the name for the pile of rubbish."
"Yeah," the other guy begins typing a bunch of configurations while listening to the scoop.
"Y/N used to take care of his kid. Nobody can say who she really was: some believe she might have even been the mother, that her and Mister Joker were together. Others swear the little boy called her auntie; maybe she actually was Mister J's sibling. Who the hell knows? She was a strange woman and she looked... different also," Zariah's gaze circles the premises to make sure their employer is not eavesdropping.
