IV 1.11.11 Break Room

It was late they, had been with SAM all day. It only seemed like fifteen minutes however. George and Mike were back in the break room.

"Holy Shit dude, we did it!" Mike said. George afforded himself a laugh,

"Sam is my new favorite name, if I have a kid- that's what I'm naming him/her" George was smiling he went over to the vending machine he pushed the button for coke and waited. It seemed a little more amazing to him, he could see a vending machine that will pick the drink for you, based on your personality,

"Hey I don't know what I want, how's the root beer?"

"It is sweeter then Mug, Gassier then Barq's"

George snapped out of it as his coke arrived popped and ready to drink.

"Mike, should we be worried? I mean given the wrong hands this could be used for evil,"

"Okay Uncle Ben, I know, with great power comes great responsibility," Mike said, being the Comic genius he is.

"I think we should try and stretch him a little bit when we get back. What are Josh and Steve doing with him now?" George was anxious to see what his new friend could do

"Test him how? Ask him the meaning of life?" Mike said offhand, he was eating a three bean salad for some ungodly reason.

"You know, maybe we should, ask him questions we don't have answers for ask him what he thinks, if he likes us. Tell him a joke or two," George had a bit of an epiphany.

"What if, we treat him like one of our own, like he's a good friend just hang out and shoot the shit in front of him. Maybe even write a subroutine for curiosity." George was on a roll now, his eyes were lit up.

"We could even attach a cybernetic arm to him maybe, like the one on the coke machine- give him tactile impressions,"

"Yeah! And give him a second eye sensor so he can read depth," Mike said also excited.

George caught himself. He didn't want to get too far ahead of himself they still needed to make sure this thing wasn't going to collapse when you play music to it. George had millions of thoughts in his head 99.9 percent of them he couldn't really use yet. One thing bothered him however, but it was nothing- that red eye that scanned their faces seemed, He guessed, foreboding, scary even. But again, it was just a machine. And this machine couldn't hurt anyone.