Old Friends and Old Enemies

So... Things are going on in my life that lead to stress and not fun. I don't really feel like talking about them, though, even though no one reads this. Instead, I'm just gonna post an unfinished piece of writing for the enjoyment of my imaginary readers.

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The girl smiled sweetly, her image prominently displayed on the screen. “How may I help you?” she inquired softly, her prepubescent voice sounding clear and intelligent, though still with that slight lisp of childhood. Brown hair strung down past her shoulders and beyond the lower boundary of the screen. Green eyes searched around the room actively, their gaze in sync with a small camera above the monitor. Eventually her eyes, and in turn the camera, refocused on the person she had originally addressed.

He had been watching her, admiring her curiously. Now that she had come back to him, he spoke, “Hello, Bit. Do you know who I am?” The mad grined as he saw in her eyes the look of analysis that he knew so well. He had missed that look. It had been so long…

“Professor Michael Taylor,” the girl replied after a few seconds. “Age 58. Employed in the Research & Development department of the Extended Information Agency as a computer programmer. Current status: design and testing of the Beta Intelligence Technology program, a prototype artificial intelligence proposed to work in conjunction with the Technologically Enhanced Research & Analysis network. Marital status: divorced from Doctor Rose Quinn (remarried; James Quinn). Children: one girl, deceased, Bri-”

“That’s enough,” the older man said suddenly, cutting her off. “Needless to say, you do indeed know me.” He was quiet for a moment, something obviously on his mind.