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Vic [Wednesday Morning]
Sophie - as their assigned simulated infant was inevitably called - was both a very practical creature, and an artist of chaos theory. Just when Noah thought he had her schedule down she would change things on him. Even attempting to calculate all the known variables usually left his numbers off by a good 60 minutes. Which was frustrating and challenging all at once.

It was also the reason he was soothing a squalling mass of sophisticated artificial intelligence at four-thirty in the morning in Victor's room. They'd learned fairly early into the project Victor did not respond well to being awoken to cater to Sophie's needs. So Noah had taken to sleeping in the spare bed - as Victor currently did not have a roommate - to spare the hinges on the doors in getting to her as quickly as possible.