“Jesus,” Dumas repeated when Chester reminded him of DEE’s ability to get around the internet.  It felt a little like a parent discovering that their child had been sneaking out of the house every night -- and, worse still, they couldn’t do anything to prevent it.  DEE had seemed pretty cocky.  But was it just putting on a show for Chester?  Was it really prepared for the dangers it might encounter?<br/><br/>And then there was the matter of what happened if DEE lost the bet.  It was all very well for the security system to invite Chester to come inside and have a look around, but its database contained all of Dumas’s own memories, and he didn’t know how he felt about Chester stumbling on some of those.<br/><br/>Dumas waved his hand hand at the purple cat as it prepared to go back into sleep mode.  “Yeah, go on.  Don’t want to keep the groupies waiting. I think I need some time alone anyway.”<span style="font-style: italic">While I try to figure out what the hell just happened.</span>