"Testy, testy" Dea snarled as the pillow landed on his circuitry.  "You love me, just admit it.<br/><br/>Yes, I do wonder why you hire other people to do your work for you; I think I could do it all.  You're not useless; unless you are asleep.  I can never understand why humans need sleep." Dea continued.<br/><br/>"What about this face?  This face?  What about this face?" as he scrolled through tons of faces to flash on the screen.  Max Headroom?  Mufasa from Lion King? Data from Star Trek? Regular old large yellow smiley face man?  "Oh yes, yes!  This is perfect, perfect.  Yes, I tell ya!"<br/><br/><div class="inline-attachment">
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</div><br/><br/>"Anyways" while the red apple filled the monitor screen.<br/><br/>"Do you want to know what's in your treasure chest now?  Sorry, didn't make much last night.  Maybe just a thousand, a thousand and a half.  You know, those government taxes go up and up."<br/><br/>Then there was silence; more silence.  Dark Angel didn't like it, he wasn't sure if Chris was paying attention to him or doing her own thing.  It didn't quite matter right at this moment; he had woken her up, and that was important to him.  More important than the actual talking.  That's when Dea decided to run another sub program; for the exact number of hours, days, maybe years that inventor had been talking to him.  Ahh; why bother?  She probably could care less about those details.<br/><br/>But the silence was incredibly awkward; not much was happening.  So, Dea began using satellites and started scanning the area.  Most humans were sleeping now, so there wasn't much on-line activity.  Except of course Bradley!  Next door neighbor Bradley.<br/><br/>Bradley woke up every night a little after 3, right when he thought his parents were fully asleep.  Then, he'd sneak downstairs on the computer and start clicking his favorite websites.  Of course, Dea didn't have a concept of reproduction, so the whole nightly ritual seemed kind of odd.  However, Dea did find a way to entertain himself.  Not a few nights now, he would block all incoming graphics into Bradley's computer.  It was fascinating watching his contorted face; it writhe in anticipatory angst, hoping to have that pretty girl splash on the screen only to end in complete and total humiliation wondering why websites weren't working as he planned.  He'd go to bed disappointed and groggy by the next day.<br/><br/>"Oh, Chris" Dea said, wanting to get her attention.  "Come here and see what happens when I block internet access to the next door neighbor's kid.  Serves him right, he just wants to look at girls on the internet all night!  It's much more entertaining then anything he's going to be watching.  Hahaha!  O come on.  You know you want to; by the way.  What exact reason was I brought into existence again, if not to torture other humans for your viewing pleasure?"