Sunday January 7, 2001
Narrator:Processing licenses in Nectaris city, Luna.
Shep:Move it people! There are twenty stations up there for your data-entry enjoyment!
Schlock:All these people in line for years. It's sad. It's like the goverment didn't even care.
Kevyn:Why should they? These folks all want recreation licenses. It's non-essential.
Schlock:So what needs to be licensed?
Kevyn:Wings. In the low Lunar gravity, personal flight is easy, and very popular.
Kevyn:The people want to fly, but the big, bureaucratic goverment is holding them down.
Schlock:Uh-oh. I sence an author's message coming.
Kevyn:Crap. I really said that, didn't I? I gotta think before I speak.
Narrator:You said it, not me. I refuse to comment.
Narrator:Meanwhile, data entry operations continue...
Ennesby:Thurl, I think this ancient computer system is getting more efficient.
Thurl:I'd noticed that it was taking less time for you to process these licenses. The line has almost cleared out.
Ennesby:Sweet merciful prograsms! There's an artifical intelligence in here!
Thurl:There was no indication of that outside of the box, was there?
Ennesby:Nope. The AI evolved on its owm. I think this computer has been alive for centuries, and only recently developed self-awaerness.
Ennesby:About twenty seconds ago. I was messing with an old ELIZA module, and suppenly it started talking-REALLY talking. I think the fact that I've been jeacked in has accelerated its development.
Thurl:Ennesby, based on what you are telling me, I think that you have givin birth! You are a mother!
Ennesby:I.. I... err... parsing... err...
Ennesby:I don't to have to raise this thing.
Thurl:Then agian, you act more like a father.
Narrator:I can see the paternity suits already...