'Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity.'
Blink. Blink.
Headshake. Glare.
"Who…?" Noah demanded, before growling and deleting the email from his virtual mailbox. He had to admit that having his own little corner of cyberspace – approved, this time, by his 'stepbrother' – was definitely better than skulking about the KaibaCorp mainframe. Especially since people came to visit him occasionally now; Mokuba was always up for a good video game and Duke dropped by occasionally to ask his advice on the coding for his newest DDM video game.
About to turn around and get back to his work (because, hey, now that he'd given up his plans to take over his father's company, he didn't really have all that much to do, so Seto had offered him the position of Vice President in charge of Corporate Computers), he was startled by that annoyingly androgynous voice that said 'You Have Mail!' alerting him to the fact that he…well…had mail.
Clicking frustratedly on the 'Open' icon, his eyes bulged as he read what was written on this missive: To err is human. To really screw things up you need a computer. Or to be a computer.
Snarling and furiously stabbing the 'Delete' button yet again, he stifled a scream of outrage when the message was replaced almost immediately by another. Opening this one, he read it quickly and quit trying to quiet his screams of anger.
The note, so innocent in its pixilated simplicity, said, 'Failure is not an option! It comes bundled with the software. Your software.'
He had left mad behind long ago, zoomed past angry and furious all in one go, and only made a minor stop at outraged…now he arrived at his final destination, and he was positively seething. Maybe he had failed in his mission to take over KaibaCorp – even though everything had turned out pretty good, better than if he had succeeded, that was still a sore spot – but whoever this 'Cyber Commander' was, they were going to pay for rubbing his nose in it.