<Radio transmission>
"*Static* ...Hey is this on? Hello? *static* Hey! Come on you piece of [Censored]. I can't believe I paid for this. HEY!"
<My creator response>
"I hear you. You got something. I would to hear it."
<Radio>
"OH CRAP! It works, it works it works it works. Man I am glad to hear you. Could you move your equipment for a bit? I gotta send it to you. Oh, wait a moment. Do you have Ice Cream?"
<My creator response>
"ICE CREAM! You are holding something important. And you are asking for ICE CREAM! What the space are you talking about?"
<Radio>
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! I was hoping for ice cream while I decode it. Noo... dang. I guess only on Earth then. Please clear for a space for me and the equipment."
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Intelligence
General FictionA short, side story about a machine waking into life. Short events play out as she ponders. What awaits for her?
