Jude walked to the table and selected a chair. Without hesitation, he proceeded to drag the chair several feet away, not entirely towards the door, but more towards the door than the far side of the room. He then sat down on it, crossed one leg over the other, and casually splayed a hand out in front of him, swiping it, palm up, from his left to right side as if saying:<strong>By all means, please continue.</strong><br/><br/>He wasn't going to play into her game. He knew... she was trying to play to his human side. But, she was artificial intelligence. Advanced, yes, but artificial nonetheless. If there was one thing he understood, it was that she WAS just an AI and that meant that ultimately, she could never pass something like a Turing Test.<br/><br/>He watched her. He watched every little move she made in her pretend body. He felt disgusted. Angry. But, he didn't let that show on his face. Could she read his internal heart rates? His breathing? What could she sense?<br/><br/>He tuned in to the dripping to listen if it was still there, too.<br/><br/>