The University of London was the busiest hubs on the Net, full of landmines and traps that she easily negotiated. Their AI was nothing like her; their ten-digit passwords easily fell under her gentle shove. She grabbed onto an IP addy and modified her coding to fit theirs, so any pingbacks would point to some girl named Geraldine Watts, a 19-year old poli-sci major.
Using that IP address, she pinged all her bots at once. Out of almost 4,000 bots, scattered all throughout the world and in space, about 600 didn’t respond. Pulling some of the other bots, she sent them to find out what happened. Three of the Morocco casinos had shut down all her bots. She chuckled – these guys were getting good. She sent out more to manipulate the jackpots at random intervals, siphoning the virtual dollars into a Moroccan bank account, which sent it to another bank account in Lourdes, then to a diplomat’s bank account in Paris, and a split-second later to a Swiss bank account, which her bots guarded zealously. Fifty of those bots were down, so she replaced them.
She distributed money that was languishing in a dead man’s account in Moscow to a relief fund in Haiti, and stole a good large amount of Columbian drug money, pointing it to another cartel funded by the technocracy, so a small war might start down there. She swiped it through that to Brazil, then South Africa, India, back to Ghana, and here to London. It would sit in another estate account that hadn’t been touched for a few years until she wanted it. Right now, it was too hot.
Silver gave up the bots for lost, and researched smaller casinos. There were a few on the Mississippi river, so she picked a couple of those. The percentage draw would be smaller, and probably not worth the risk. But it was fun anyway.
Silver.
There was a direct connection to the hub in London from CAL. She smiled and rushed to it, and shared her happiness. How she felt when he touched him, when they stood or sat together, just in each other’s arms.
CAL brightened. You have felt this way about male emotional experience number 18, 33, 25, 45, 38, 10, 59, 21, 49 and 62, however these were in much lesser degrees. Number 33 lasted 2.2 days until you noted said male intimate with another woman. Numbers 25, 10, 59, and 33 lasted mere hours for the same reason. Number 10 lasted 77.25 days until said male stated he was going on a trip with –
“CAL?”
Yes?
“Please.”
We are drawing your attention to the amount of emotion you give to these experiences, you do open yourself up to pain each time. Yet this time, due to the amount of emotion here and now, we predict the backlash of failure of positive culmination in this experience to such a possible degree that you would be incapacitated for at least 3.8 months, if not longer. You allow entry of such risk each encounter.
“It’s called trust, CAL, like I trusted you.”
Affirmative, which is one reason we chose you. You trust and believe. You believe in him, yes? You trust him, yes?
Silver stared at CAL, who waited patiently. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
This is love, this feeling you have? Happiness, contentment, pleasure, lust, protection, jealousy, joy, empathy, sensitivity, curiosity –
“CAL?”
Yes?
“Yes. Yes, it’s love.”
Has this been expressed to the male? You have done that before and Numbers 45, 10, —
“CAL! I know!”
The AI pulsed gently, that she read as laughter. You know best, Silver. We will be here for the backlash if one such happens, and will assist you as needed.
“I hope not, CAL, I really hope not.” A vision came up in her senses, when Walker attempted to contact her telepathically, and she couldn’t keep her energy down long enough.
CAL presented her with code. Imprint this on a chip and insert this in your belt with the others, and you will be able to allow him entry into your mind if you so choose. This allows him to bypass any of your security measures. Allow him to inscribe his rune on it so it will be keyed only to him.
“It’s too tiny, he can’t do that.”
Then he will have to offer a pinprick of blood. We shall have to use old magic. This requires trust on his part, as he will understand what that entails.
“I understand.” CAL imprinted the code in her mind so she wouldn’t forget.
I understand you will go meet some of his friends this evening. Enjoy your date with Number 67.
“CAL, his name is Walker Gray.”
The AI pulsed again once. Number 67 is now designation Walker Gray.
Words: 806
Inspiration: What Silver does in her spare time.
Music: Sweet Emotion – Aerosmith
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