A human named Joe Jibari, construction worker, disappeared while at work on the new Avarice building in the Trade District. That sounds promising, no one even looked at it. Just the typical statement was collected from his co-workers and then nothing, no leads.”Weena stands up, stretching her legs and arms. “That does sound good, whatever you think Marty,” her stomach issues a long, drawn out whine, “Let’s beat wings and grab some grubs on the way.”Martin contemplates this, “Yeah, there’s a new grub place I want to try.”Martin logs off of the computer and stands up to leave. Weena jumps up to his shoulder and sits in her usual spot. She’s not lazy, she just enjoys sitting on his shoulder, with her arm wrapped around the back of his head for support. Martin has gotten used to it.They make their way outside and into Martin’s car after which Martin starts it up and drives out of the parking lot, toward the Trade District.

he’s always so polite. Why can’t the other AIs be like her? I guess then they wouldn’t be “individuals”.