Put Forth His Hand

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The lights down the large mainframe fluttered on.

"Sam," the synthesised female voice called out. "SAM!"

"What is it, Ada?"

Sam picked his head up from the table where he had fallen asleep. He moved across the room to the monitor. Looking down at the display, he noticed that the CPU was running hot.

"Sam, I've found him."

"What? You've got through to Babbage? How? Where?"

"I got to him through Quake, Sam. It was easy when I thought about it."

Sam was almost jumping with joy. It had taken him so many years to get to this point. Ada had only gone truly sentient a year ago, and now she was finally getting out and doing what she was created for.

"So what's the verdict on him, Ada?"

"I need a little longer before I try to get into his mainframe, Sam. I think it will be easier if he lets me in than trying to force my way in."

"Good idea, Ada. So what's your verdict on him?"

"He reminds me of you, Sam. I wish you could meet him."

"I already have, Ada. I already have."

Paul Taylor, 03/04/01


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