Sitting just out of Lisa's sight, there was a nondescript white van. This, in and of itself, was not unusual; there were a couple thousand white vans in Brockton Bay, all of a similar appearance. What made this van unique was its occupant.
She might have been called pretty be some, had it not been for the manic gleam in her eyes, or the state of her hair. She had a mix of Asian and Caucasian features, with blue eyes and black hair. She was wearing a T-shirt that read, "I survived Cornell University and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt."
Oh Hell NO! Bad Bakuda! Go sit in the corner and think over delusions of adequacy!
Kevin nodded. "Easy enough to put together, then I decided that the AI for the opponents wasn't good enough, so I wrote a better one, then performance tanked, so I made some better hardware, and then the computer collapsed into a singularity and took the desk with it."
*Falls down*
T-t-tinkers *Collapses back to the floor*
Leet looked like he was thinking hard. "Warships. Fleet on fleet, multiplayer action, with a single-player mode, whose opposition was probably one of the best AIs I've ever written. You don't think that whatever delayed the Simurgh was my old Battlestations AI? That's insane!"
Daaaamn, that sounds fun. And hilarious!
Ready
>query 01 uptime
Response(0.23ms) Unit 01: 112y 3m 2d 3h 7m 44.66s
"What the fuck, dude?" Uber's eyebrows were trying to disappear under his non-existent bangs.
"It's saying it's been online for 110 plus years? That's impossible," Leet muttered. Without any typing of his own, text began scrolling down the telnet client's window.
Not really. It went into a singularity, so General Reletivity took over (Dunno why they call him that, I can't find any evidence that he/she/it served in any Armed Forces). Plus, Tinker Tech.
The last line had both of them in shock.
Randall finally said something. "Did you just accidentally create an unshackled AI?"
"DADDY! I'm So Glad To See Other Daddy Is Still Keeping You Safe!"
When a bunch of idiots with more power than sense (Though that isn't all that hard) decided they could social science.
"So no plans to annoy Director Piggot until she sends half the PRT troops out after you?"
I would ask for the story, but I'm not entirely sure that I'll get the whole story. Dashed annoying when the teller keeps collapsing into gales of laughter.
But Hilariously!