<span style="font-style: italic">Lightning illuminated the skies over the streets of Old D.C. with the sounds of gun fire in the distance between some rival gangs. Young Matt/Saul looked out of the musky window on the 60th floor of the poor peopleâ€™s house. It was quite silent in that little apartment of twenty-one, minus the low rumble of the passing storm; the compressions of the air scrubber, and the crumple of the week old newspaper his father was reading. <br/><br/>Matt turned back to the tablet in his lap, replacing a blown thought chip with one he found this morning in the dump a couple miles from home. Excitement flourished in his eyes when he closed it back up, it felt like Christmas day. He couldnâ€™t stand it anymore; Matt activated the machine and watched. The screen flickered, showcasing the logo of a century old company as it booted. About a minute later, a line of code appeared.<br/><br/>C:&lt;/Load preset quantum AI batch filesâ€¦.. (Y/N)?/&gt;<br/>A quantum computer? Matt was really thrilled; this was the first time he ever came into contact with such an advanced system before. His little self sat for a moment, wondering if he should call his father over and share his joyâ€¦ no he thought, better not, he has been drinking tonight and didnâ€™t want to be disturbed. Disturbing him meant the belt. Matt pondered for a bit more before having an idea. Grabbing his digital holo-copy of the bible, he plugged it into the machine and made a few changes to the programming.<br/><br/>C:&lt;/Y/&gt;<br/>C:&lt;Find â€“maxdepth 1 â€“type (apostles) drive F /&gt; &lt;F:&lt;tar â€“c /dir/to/copy) |&amp;&amp;tar â€“c ssh â€“<br/>Cuser&amp;remotekey 1539 to C/&gt;<br/><br/>C:&lt;/success, loaded randomized core personality: Judas user accept?(Y/N) /&gt;<br/><br/>He accepted, and the screen changed to the long haired Judas. â€œHello young sir, how my I assist you?â€<br/><br/>â€œHello there princess.â€</span><br/><br/>That was something he didnâ€™t remember being called. Saul opened his eyes to find himself back inside the Brig of the Elyandra and someone was talking to him. The stiffness in his body was apparent as he tried to get to his feet; later deciding a few seconds later that sitting up would have to do. He looked over this new face, by her clothing, it would deem her in the mechanic detail, most likely responsible for getting stuff off his ship.<br/><br/>â€œGave ya a run for it didnâ€™t he? The fucker.â€<br/><br/>Saul smirked back at the technician, he couldnâ€™t blame her, Judas often did things his own way, but within the bounds he was programmed in. He tried again to stand, he was shaky, but managed to stumble onto his feet, looking eye to eye with the tech. â€œYou know? I build that AI, you wouldnâ€™t believe it, but I did, at the age of five. But only the basics, he advanced to his own personality and quirks later on, like any other AI I guess.â€ Saul shrugged, he didnâ€™t know where he was going with this. But the idle conversation was nice, it meant that he could learn something.<br/><br/>â€œHow long have you been trying to figure how my machine clicked? Hour or two? Maybe even a day if Iâ€™ve been out that long. What processes have you used to try and crack it, bruteforce? Dot-hacks? Or has it completely evaded you by simply hiding in plain sight? I wouldnâ€™t know, Judas only knows. And please, keep the flattery to your damn self."