Cheshire couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at DEE's question about his status as real or imaginary. Suddenly Chesh was aware that the atmosphere went from casual to something akin to a child asking if he was adopted or not. Considering what Chesh had learned about White's past, he felt a sudden heavy weight of being almost like a parent. He chose his words carefully.<br/><br/>"In a way, you could be considered a being born of imagination. Most AI are created with a deliberate purpose in mind, and take years of painstakingly specific digital stimuli to create the personality and intelligence needed for the job. Some minor AI are made in a few weeks, but they can't do much more then create alerts or highlight complicated shapes, like some of the programs I use to imitate human motions." Cheshire explained, "However, you are different. You were originally a simple binary program. No special nurturing, no specific stimuli or babying. You were simply forged from Dumas's mind and sheer luck." The purple programmers considered what he had just said for a moment. "In a way, that might make you more real then even the more advanced military AI. You were made more like a human being, by chance."<br/><br/>Now completely in grossed in the conversation, Chesh managed to hold his demeanor when the military computers were involved, and couldn't help but smirk wider when the caterpillar was shown.<br/><br/>"You almost got the image right, but you forgot the crown of smoke and the red dots in the eye marks," Chesh commented, impressed that he had found his former internet name. But the small off details were very telling. It meant that he only found the connection, the eye witness accounts, but not the official record. The official record had the real 3d model and a far more intricate report of all of Cheshire's former life's flaws and crimes. And his old sins. What was originally a small challenge for a fledgling AI was quickly becoming a problem. He never imagined that DEE would have gone through the military to get his information. They had the softest yet most dangerous security, security designed to destroy the systems that entered. They also had all the information you could ever want on Chesh.<br/><br/>"I have to warn you again," Chesh said, keeping his face calm, "to not poke your hands into dangerous holes. There are too many traps and terrors lurking in the livid lights of truth to not be cautious, my little imaginary friend."