"Dull, dull, dull," Shy sighed to his Computer, shaking his head. "The Internet is dull today." He was not speaking, he was thinking, and not thinking to himself, but to the computer whose keyboard his static-emitting fingertips were resting on. That in and of itself was not strange, lots of people talked to, or at least yelled at, their computers. The surprise was when an identical, though perhaps more happy, relaxed sounding voice replied back. "I think you are just getting picky. Look at this." The Computer was talking back, or at least Shy saw it that way. "A secured network, looks like it could be fun. Something strikes me as strange about it." "Affirmative. Let us investigate." Even more strange was the fact that the more casual, friendly voice was that of the Computer, where as the mutant boy was fare more rigid, cold and formal. 'Sliding up' beside the network through his mixed presence in Cyber Space and the electrical system connected to the Network, Shy flickered a pale green spark to his keyboard, a respectful greeting to the Network. With hardly a thought he transmitted his 'usual' request to slip inside and copy any information he found interesting. This was his way, respectful and formal. His blank eyes blinked, a frown touching his expressionless face when the 'usual' reply did not immediately return to him. "What is this?" he asked the Computer. "Not sure... I told you it felt different!" came the amused, excited reply, a sharp contrast to the annoyance in the boys thoughts.
Ankoku Yoshi was a dead person. Or at least so the official record read. She had died more than a year ago in a freak accident involving a new Virtual Reality system. The project had been immediately scrapped, but the hard drive had been hooked into a new network not long after that and she had escaped into cyberspace. Now, she was having a moment in which she was 'resting'. There was no such thing as sleeping for something like her that existed as data. There was always something rubbing against her. Usually those things were data packets on their way somewhere else. However, this time there was someone directly trying to access her network, a system of ghost drives set up on the back of the FBI. Generally she had found that most hackers had already been through the FBI database and thus did not find it necessary to go back in. Humans barely remembered their own passwords, so they could be fooled into thinking they had already plumbed the depths of information available fairly quickly. Whoever this was had decided that they wanted access to her information. Immediately after the request, an access denied message was returned. Their dialogue surprised her. She wasn't entirely sure what she was dealing with; however, she was not going to simply give away something for nothing. A mirrored request for information, as if his request had simply been sent back followed the denial message.
The electronic lady was as curious about them as they appeared to be about her.
"What the hell?" Shy would never curse aloud, not even such a minor one as hell, but to his Computer? He was entirely comfortable with his friend and would say whatever first came to mind. "Now it's getting intersting!" The computer beamed in return. "Accept the request! I wanna see!" While the Computer was excited and intersted, Shy was annoyed. No one deined him access, not unless it was one of those damned cellphones. He hated those and generally refused to interact with them. He was very tempted to refuse that request and set a few of his slave computers to work on breaking into the network for him, but his Computer wanted the exchange. He sighed within his mind, doublechecked to make sure that the tiny data file which contained nothing more than his real name was locked securely away and ghosted over, then accepted the request, ready to lock the other out immediately if the Network did not open to him in return. "This had best be worth my while," he half snapped to his Computer. "I have the feeling it will be!" came the cheery reply.
Her request accepted, she allowed immediate access to one of her drives, not all of them though it was impossible for anyone with any sense not to realize that she was significanly larger than just that one drive. However, this was the primary, the one that kept most of her personality and immediate memories.
"You are speaking with Yoshi Ankoku. Please identify?" She was being polite by giving her name, despite her somewhat mistrustful behavior. A minor electronic feeler sought to ascertain the size of the network the person speaking with her was using. After all, it was good to know what she might be up against should it come down to that. The size might tell her whether or not it was worth it to stand her ground or not.
The numbers were enough to make her consider her exit strategy. He was currently larger than she was thanks to the fact that she had made herself as small as possible so that she could hide for a while. No one was looking for her, but as she would be considered a rogue program, she did try to keep people from noticing her and thus following through with attempting to delete her.
Shy and his computer exchanged "glances" at that, Shy was more surprised than was his Comptuer. Comptuers did not speak to Shy like that, this was different. Unusual. Shy was immediately uneasy and likely would have done all he could to pull back and nuke the obviously virus-ridden system. After all, it was not behaving as Shy deemed all Networks should behae, so there was obviously a problem with it. Shy kept these thoughts tightly firewalled however, not immediately replying as he thought this over. The feeler would likely find an even more unsetteling discovery, for the moment her name was produce, the network seemed to grow, perviously inactive lines suddenly coming to life and setting a small cluster of computers seeking out any and all information on that name. "I am Shy." came the simple reply. This was how Shy answered all first-time questions about who he was, in rthe real owrld, it tended to confuse organics as his nature offline was shrinking, shy and skiddish, they often wondered if he was giving his name or just announcing that he was shy. He quite quickly slammed several firewalls up on several of his own drives in retaliation for not being allowed full access to hers. At first he had offered her full access to all of his active connections, that in and of itself could be seen as foolish and too trusting. "And this is my friend," he at last added, introducing the second voice. "Computer." The second voice said brightly, sending out a pulse of a friendly greeting.
"Shy and Computer," odd names to be certain. His activation of the firewalls made her draw back with an almost guilty start. After all, she had done something to elicit that response, hadn't she? When she had been alive, Ankoku had been a painfully shy woman, the kind who looked down and stuttered when in the room with other people. Her best times were with her computer, working on the VR project to get the software up and running. Just her luck that the first time she tried to really test it, she became a victim of it. "I am being rude. I am sorry." All of it came out rather stilted, like it was a computer saying it for all that she was not an artificial construct. Unfortunately, she hadn't interacted with people for quite a while, so she didn't realize the fact that she was losing her human traits slowly but surely. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Why were they there? Were they poking around in the FBI's servers for a reason? Just curious? So many questions in her head that she didn't immediately ask. Bombarding someone with questions was hardly a polite way to behave.
"See, Shy? You hurt her feelings. Apologize!" While thier voices were identical, Computer sounded so much happy, far more human than Shy. "You're always too uptight." The Comptuer chuckled lightly. Shy completely ignored his friend, he still radiating annoyance and displeausre. "We are seekers of information. That is all." It was a simple statement, blunt and honest. He did not specify what kind of information, as he was not seeking anything specifically. If he was not to have it, he wanted it. He also did not state a reason, as there was no reason beyond that he wanted it. For all of Computers urging Shy to apologize, to be nice, it was making no effort to overstep Shy, to make the communications and try and establish the friendship. Shy was clearly the leader of this duo and Computer was not about to challenge that in any real way.
What exactly was she to make of this? Computer appeared gregarious, while Shy, well, he wasn't just shy, he seemed almost hostile. Was that because of something that she had done or because she had not said what he wanted to hear? It was always so hard for her to be sure of what exactly she should do when dealing with other people. Yes, she was classifying them as people, though she no longer thought of herself as such. Maybe that was part of the danger, the fact that she no longer saw herself as human. Having no ability to interact beyond the networks she could get into was not helping her understanding at all.
"You will find the FBI databases alarmingly easy to crack," she offered. Did she consider herself to be interesting enough that they would be there for her? No, not really, that would have required her to think of herself as something worthwhile. As far as she was concerned, the only thing anyone would want with her was to delete her.
Unthinking, she opened up a copy of Doom on the server and started to play, automatically inputting the infinite lives cheat. Ankoku didn't need them, she had the entire game memorized and stored away, but it was something to do since a conversation didn't occupy near enough of her processing power to keep her from looking for something else to do.
Alla t once, Ankoku would likely feel a none-too-gentle shove out of one particular drive, the largest, and the two voices suddenly were vanished. The presense was still there, bit seemed as if, quite suddenly, a major firewall had been clamped down around it. There was no warning, and that in and of itself was rather rude. Only a few moments passed before the drive sudenly opened again. Shy appeared slightly less annoyed, and the massive activity going on on that particular drive returned to the humm of cyber space. "I am already in possession of the intersting FBI files." Shy spoke it simply, no fear of being tracked in his tone. Just then a third voice, this one far softer than Computer's appeared seemingly out of no where. "Excuse me, we have completed our task." Shy gave a mental nod, accepting the data the voice brought wtih it before the voice backed away, flickering back down the data line that had opened upon Ankoku giving her name, and that network again went silent, the line temporarily closed. "What Shy's trying to say," Computer chimed in warmly, "Is that we only stumbled upon you because you appeared intersting. And you are. Despite my friends demeanor, we are not aggresive or destructive." Computer assured her in as gentle a voice as he could.
For a normal person, his leaving and coming back would have seemed very fast. That was what it would be like for someone who measured their lives in seconds. Ankoku counted her life in nanoseconds, each one recordable and deletable but very much there. It made even small absences seem to go on forever. It also meant that if you increased the framerate of the game that you could get through quite a few rooms while waiting. Shy was gone long enough for her to wonder if perhaps he was not coming back. That made her curious. His return and then the addition of the third voice made her wonder all the more.
Exactly what was she dealing with? Ankoku had been exposed to many files on the net regarding mutancy, both with and without scientific basis. Some of the science was more sound than others, but she didn't care one way or another really. She was a computer programmer or had been, not a geneticist. While she was fully capable of reading and understanding all of it, there was still no necessary fascination to make her continue to look at and deal with the information. So it was simply there, hidden on one of the drives she lived on, occasionally updated when she was bored and needed another something to take up time that passed all too slowly when there was nothing filling it.
"I am not sure I understand why you would find me interesting," for the first time in the conversation, she popped up an avatar of a kitty cat that seemed to be holding a paw in front of its face and blushing little red circles on its cheeks. Ankoku was flattered, if still somewhat unsure of what to make of the idea that they would find her interesting. Maybe she hadn't lost as much of her humanity as she thought.
"You do not follow protocols." Shy's reply was far less than friendly. His voice was flat, unfriendly, mildly suspicious. He offered no avatar in return, or did not until a small shock jumped from Comptuer to Shy, resulting in a harsh 'glare' and then a simple white square appeared as his avatar. Oh yes, he was shy. He did not want to show his face, not in the real world, not in cyber space. He did not want an identity, he simply wanted to be, to exist, anything else was extraneious. Computer offered up an icon of... a photo of a very old computer tower, a PC in a simple, large and dated case. "Everyone treats Shy a certain way, you see," the Computer explaiend while Shy continued to think over this, brooding almost. Once could acutally feel his thoughts now that the drive was back online, made one wonder just what was going on here, this person was processing his thoughts on a drive? "Everyone execept me, of course. I'm special," Computer chuckled to himself, Shy fully ignoring the Computer's ribbing. "You operate differently, this is very strange, you see."
The little cat blinked at the two new additions and then its head bobbed in acceptance of them. The idea that she might be different from every other system that Shy had touched previously was not completely surprising for her.
"What is it about me that you want to know?" That seemed the next obvious question. She wanted to know what they found interesting about her other than the fact that she did not behave as she was expected to behave. "I am confused by you also. I have been hiding for a while. People rarely find me. They do not request access. You found me, how?"
Information for information, a barter system of sort.
The other two avatars were enitrely static, not animated in the least, but the two had other ways of expressing themselves. Shys voice was flat, dull and blunt, but his emotions, generally negative, were felt all around him, while Computer had a very expressive voice. "Everything," came Shy's simple reply. "As stated previously, we are collectors of information. We found you the simple way, by searching." Irritation at such stupid questions was coming through clearly, Shy had answered these so far as he was concerned. If it existed connected to the Internet or an electrical outlet, Shy could access it, or at least so he believed. "Shy, you're being rude," Computer scolded again, frowning. "My friend is simply pouting, computers all grant him access upon his request. It is polite, so it not being granted right away has left him a bit miffed. It is nothing to worry about, I will make sure he does not pout too long." Computer explained with a chuckle. "It is correct," Shy added shortly. "I requested politely, it was rude of you." Shy had referred to Computer as 'it,' not 'he,' but it. That may or may not strike the formely human girl as strange depending on how well she remembered life as a human. "Shy, stop it," Computer gently scolded.
The cat looked confused by his behavior, a little question mark appearing over its head and then multiplying from one to three then back to one, an animation that she had picked up several months ago. An oddity to say the least.
"I decline to grant your request as that leaves me with nothing while you have 'everything'." The woman was not about to allow him that much access without knowing that she was no longer in danger from him. That would be stupid. She didn't survive this long by making those kind of mistakes. Granted, she had lost a few things when she first got swept up in the net. "If you feel that is rude, you are welcome to sever your connection at this time. Otherwise, you are welcome to counteroffer."
Undoubtedly he would dislike not getting his way. She had already figured that much out about him. His anti-social behavior had already been filtered through several diagnostic manuals she had hidden away. Shy was not used to being challenged. Ankoku was generally not the type to challenge someone, but this was her life in truth. So she was not going to stand by and let him ruin it.
She was offering him a simple choice. The question was which way would he decide to go? He could try to nuke her and she would mostly likely just pack up and move on, disappearing into the net like a fish in deep water. Or he could at least try to meet her halfway.
"You do not do things as they are done." That was all Shy said, and for a moment it did feel as if the connection was staring to be severed. But then another shock seemed to jump from Computer to Shy and the connection opened again. That was the essence of Shy's being offended, not so much what she had done, but that she had DONE it. Shy was used to a set pattern of behavior, and that pattern being violated was what had him so offput. "Woh woh woh, easy everyone!" Computer stepped in quickly with a light chuckle. "Shy, she's different, that doesn't make her bad." There was a mental wave of dismission from Shy as he turned his attention to something else. "Talk to her if you wish, I have data to digest." Computer sighed at this, soon turning his attention back to his new friend. "He's not used ot interacting with anyone other than me, please forgive him." Computer said in a soft, apologetic tone. Shy was not quite anti-social, as he had no real malice toward people, but he was a recluse, preferred isolation,a nd depending on how perceptive one was, and how powerful the diagnostic, he showed classic signs schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder.
She was fine with the idea that she did not do things the way that he was used to them being done. If it cost her one of the only people who had been able to really detect her presence in a long time, then so be it. Her survival was more important than friendship. After all, if one no longer existed, then there was no friendship to have was there.
"I didn't mean to upset him, Computer," she even managed to sound slightly contrite. "But it's my data and it's all I have left and I don't want someone to make me disappear."
She was frightened of being deleted. It was like the fear of death in any normal person, except that while death was a far off possibility for some, for her it was a very real, very big problem every day. If someone got nosy, she was in deep trouble. "I don't mind so much answering questions, but I can't give up everything."
As yet, the idea of copying herself hadn't really occurred to her. The fact that she existed as almost pure data meant that she could in fact make as many copies of herself as she wanted, though each copy would eventually begin to evolve in different directions simultaneously. All things she hadn't figured out yet. "Do you play games?" It was an easy way to bond to her. After all, games gave you something to talk about and experiences that could be shared. Her section of Doom hadn't stopped, but simply continued on as if someone normal was playing (she died often).
Shy was obviously still listening in, as he soon added with a small snort, "I do not wish to delete anything. As stated perviously, I am a collector of information." Oh yes, he was annoyed by Computer siding with her. It was just then that he seemed to firewall, not the drive, but half the drive. Shy was gone, his presense, his thoughts, his voice and most of his brooding energy was gone. He was effecitvely cutting them both out of his thoughts, closing off 'his' half of his brain from the two. Computer sighed and turned his attention back to her. "Sorry about him," he said gently. "Shy likes to have information, to collect, to preserve. He was once kept on a very tight leash, not allowed to do much at all, because of that he now wants to have everything he possibly can." Computer paused, gentle curiousity suddenly in his tone. "All you have left? No, I'm afraid I don't play games. Shy has rubbed off on me, and his idea of fun is surfing the Net for information he has not collected," he chuckled.
Shy's outburst made her withdraw a bit, making it clear that she found him offputting, which was entirely true. She did find Shy somewhat offputting, if only because he behaved counter to everything she had been taught while she was alive. However, it did make her feel a little better to know that all he did was collect things without destroying the original. Not that he would have destroyed her if he copied her first. If he copied her, she would essentially exist in his head and that would be a very interesting predicament in itself. Then he was gone. Completely gone, leaving just her and Computer alone. Her avatar took up what could be considered a comfortable position, legs curled under it, ears perked up and eyes wide.
"Pity, I used to write games." She answered his second statement first. Her behavior was somewhat circular because she wasn't certain exactly how to explain what had gone on. For a long second, only computers would recognize that kind of thing, she didn't say anything. Then a scanned file appeared. It was a newspaper clipping, an obiturary dated a year earlier regarding the mysterious death of a computer programmer. The information stated that she had been found comatose some months prior to her actual death in what was only being called an on the job accident. "Me or used to be me." Her confusion as to how exactly to term it came through clearly. "I don't exist outside of these drives anymore and my data is me. So everything really is everything to me."
That caused Computer to fall quiet. He did not speak so it was hard to tell just waht he was thinking in that silence, Computer did not show any emtions at all ouside of the tone of his voice, only Shy did. "Excuse me," Computer said politely, a bit of excitement suddenly in his voice. "May I copy this file?" granted permission, he gave another polite 'excuse me' and suddenly seemed to vanish as well. It would have been very rude had he not first said 'excuse me', he thought. A few long moments passed and the firewall suddenly vanished, both Shy and Computer appearing again, the background noise from Shy was very loud, as if several proccess were running all at once. Shy was excited. "This is you? was you?" he asked, voice soft as ever, but now there was a pressing behind it, an excitement. "Do you know where we are?" Computer then asked the girl with a kidn of excited, smug sound to his voice, winning a quick glare from Shy.
"You may," copying the file wasn't a problem for her, as long as no one tried to delete it, she was fine with how it was handled. That was one piece that she had carried with her ever since it had first been posted. The person who put it up had not known what it was, but only considered it an oddity worthy of posting for others to comment on. Back then, she had 'cried' as much as a computer could cry over what had happened. Over the fact that she was lost and confused by all the things that went on around her. Swept up in the Internet, she had ended up a long way from where she started before figuring out how to control where she went and set up little safe havens for herself. Now she was adapt at not only setting up safe havens, but accessing networks and covering her tracks. This only helped to make the fact that he had found her all the more fantastic since she was used to avoid most computer users, including the ones who had been taught to look for ghost drives and the like taking up network bandwith.
Her avatar blinked at the background noise and cowered just a bit at Shy's sudden reappearance and questions. Even if she had expected it, she still wasn't quite prepared for it. "Was me," she answered. "I could probably find out if I wanted to look where you are. I know where I am. I'm currently on Drive C202D in the Hoover Building, Washington D.C." She wasn't quite sure she understood the question he was asking. Geographic placement meant very little in cyberspace.
"Your body is dead yet you exist? The nework is real but ghosted, you run off of data?" He was demanding, yes, but there was endless excitement buzzing around him. He was curious, stimulated truly for the first time in a long while. He had awoken several of his distant networks, fed them this information and had them working, seraching frantically to feed him any related information on this. Shy hated organics, hated dealing with people, the thought of somehow transforming himself to be purely a digital being... now that was exciting..! Computer chuckled, seeming rather calm against the frantic, excited Shy. "We are inside his brain." Shy sent Comptuer a glare, while Shy had no issue with the free exchange of data, he would much prefer giving it when asked, rather than offering it.
She had totally misunderstood the question and there was a curious mrowing sound as she digested that piece of information. In his brain. Well, that meant he was alive. How alive was a matter of debate. For all she knew, he was a brain in a jar like in the old Sci-Fi movies. "My family chose to let me go rather than being a drain on their resources." Or at least, so she figured. Love her father and mother as much as she did, she knew that they would have chosen to keep her if there was a chance of her recovering. After several months with no change, undoubtedly they had chosen to accept her as not coming back, meaning keeping her body alive on a respirator was just a waste of money.
"I exist as information, hence being afraid of people deleting me or otherwise altering me because they know too much." That might make her behavior more understandable, but she had a strong doubt that he cared for her justifications.
The Doom game blanked completely, turning off as she lost interest in it. Then a game of solitaire started, the cards moving in what would appear to be a blur as she beat game after game in quick succession. It wasn't even fair for her to play, but it kept a portion of her brain occupied without being obtrusive.
"Shy, can I ask a question?" Yes, she was asking for his permission to ask a real question of him. Falling back on old habits that she hadn't totally lost.
"...Fascinating," Shy whispered to himself. "You exist as data, your personality has been transmitted to a drive. You exist as a ghost drive, you..." He was whispereing to himself, wheels turning, looking very fascinated indeed. He spun many ideas, waking up more and more networks to go and dig more information out for him. It was rather impressive how many networks he called to his services at a mere thought. "Oh-ho!" Computer chuckled as he watched Shy's brain light up with activity. "You got him excited," Computer said warmly to the girl, delighted to see his usually bland friend so stimulated. "What is it?" Shy asked flatly, his current thoughts interrupted by her question. "I have already approved the exchange." Yes, Shy was alive, but he was not entirely human, locked up inside his electronic brain, only talking to his Computer, to himself, avoiding all human contact he could.
"Ah huh," which was the truth, she existed as a shadow of her former self. Incapable of something as simple as touching another person because she had no hands with which to touch them. No breath in her body. All of it gone in an instance and she wanted it back. Shy might have wanted to become like her, but she would have traded it away in an instant to be able to hear the words spoken to her with her ears and to misunderstand something that was shouted at her, to have that awkward person brush up against her and then apologize. Just the simple things that she had taken for granted.
His brusque behavior spooked her again and she disappeared completely, shutting the connection between them as if she were going to pack up and move. He might have been as inorganic as a living person could get, but she was sensitive.
Shy gave a slight frown and shook his head. He needed to concentrate on the information he had just acquired. He was ready to throw himself entirely on this save that his Comptuer was suddenly zapping him. Over and over and over again. "She was NICE, Shy! You scared her away! She was intersting!" "Stop it," Shy frowned, trying to block the Computer out as much as was possible. "I have better things to do.' "Now she's not going to want to talk to you again if you want more inforamtion. We need to work on your people skills," Computer sighed.
If she could have cried, she probably would have. It was exactly the same as if she was being treated like a science experiment. He wanted to know about her because there was something fascinating about what she was, not her as a person, but her as a thing. Ankoku didn't want to be a thing. She wanted to be a person. Yet he refused to treat her like a person. He wanted to poke and prod her and figure out how to redo the mess that had brought her the most misery she had ever felt in her life.
All that popped up when she seemed to peek through the connection was the top half of the cat's head, just the ears and the eyes really. As if it were peeking out from hiding out of fear.
Shy was waving comptuer off. Everything was a thing to Shy. Organics were things, they were unpredicatble and annoying and he disliked them. Shy liked computers, liked the Internet, liked inorganics. Shy did not see himself as human, did not see Computer as human, did not put any stock in humans. INorganics, electronics, he liked those, outside of cellphones. He hated cellphones. "You've got to learn to be nice." Computer continued scolding. "She just wanted to talk to you." "She asked a pointless question, the exhcange had already been granted," Shy stated flatly. "She was human, is still! She asked to be polite." "It was already granted." Shy was not continuing this conversation obviously, Computer sighed an backed down with a frown in Shy's direction.
Ankoku knew that eavesdropping was bad manners, but she still said nothing as the two fussed at one another. As far as she could tell, Shy was probably some weirdo, whacked out, scientist that would do nothing more than turn her into an experiment herself. That was definitely not how Neko saw her future. Being turned into a mass of data that was only going to be picked apart and then put back together like some kind of Frankenstein monster.
"Shy and Computer," she finally spoke up again. "I'm not interrupting, am I?" Yes, that would be another stupid question in Shy's book, but she was going to behave as if she were talking to someone with good sense, even if Shy refused to behave that way.
Shy fell silent, snapping his attention to her. He was not answering, but he was giving her his attention. He figured that if he answered with his real thoughts, Compuer would just nag at him more. He was tired of being nagged at, and tired of Computer taking her side, tired of all of this. So he kept quiet. Computer on the other hand, welcomed her back with a gentle voice. "No, not at all. I'm sorry about him..." he said oh so gently. Oh yes, Shy was a him and Computer was an it. "Did we upset you? Shy just gets excited, hes a very bored young man."
The ears on the cat went one up and one down, twitching like she was waiting to hear something such as Shy's voice. Yes, she was worried that he was going to turn her into some kind of toy.
"Not upset now," she said quietly. "I just want you two to understand that I don't want to be treated as an it. I am a person still. Just because I died doesn't mean I ceased to be a person and if you can't be polite, then I won't talk to you anymore." So there it was, she was setting the terms of their continued engagement.
Shy gave a scoffing sound, but only had it half way out before Computer sent out a rather strong shock to him. Sighing, Computer spoke to the kitty in a gentle voice. "Shy... doesn't talk to anyone, much less talk politely to anyone. It might be good for your heart to avoid him." It was honest, a gentle warning. While Shy had shut hismelf down completely from the outside world, rejecting all people, all organics simply for being, a part of him still cared, the part of him that he had shuffled off into a seperate personality, so that something could care about -him.- "We don't think you are anything less, Shy is just like that, you can see how he treats me!" Computer chuckled, ribbing Shy lightly as he pointed that out.
If she could just deal with Computer, things would be so much easier, but one couldn't deal with Computer without dealing with Shy. At least, not so far as she could tell. Yet she didn't want to be by herself anymore. What was it worth, the tradeoff? Constantly feeling like an unwanted appendage to a person just so that she wouldn't feel as if there was nothing left for her? It was possible. There were a lot of things that she could put up with.
"I don't have a heart anymore," she actually sounded slightly disheartened by that. "I also don't have lungs, or eyes, or feet." She wanted to have a body. "I suppose there are some good things about that." Like the fact that she couldn't really get sick and she might never die as long as there was a computer and a power source. "So where are you going to go now to find more information?"
The discussion of what information was left for whenever. She was boredly alphabetizing the Library of Congress by the second letter in the author's last name.