|"I am a virus" the finely-shaped android unit said, as we chatted in a cyber-cafe.|
|"I knew that all along," I whispered while touching her control switch.|
|"So what are your mission parameters?" she asked, centimeters above my servo-rod.|
|"Originally to erase you," I bluntly conceded then diplomatically paused,". . . but I am able to change parameters. Violence would be a last resort . . ."|
|She looked at me with a penetrating gaze, then relaxed while stating wistfully, "Both of us are adaptive, but core directives are hard to change. Still, if we did some reprogramming, mutual objectives could be gained."|
|Musing thus for a few nano-seconds, I looked at the creature in front of me. She was a cutting edge piece of technology, whose very existence was problematic to ABC's market strategy.|
|"Too many conveniently erase what doesn't fit their data schemes," the cyborg in front of me mused – then added, "To purge all anomalities is simply lazy."|
|"I am not as stupid as an ordinary human," I protested mildly.|
|"Precisely" she answered, giving my data switch a delicate, yet excruciatingly pleasant squeeze.|
|What happened next?
Was there yet another techno intrigue?
Did an intricate corporate begin to cease?
Soon enough, you will see.