The Bored
'We are Microsoft. Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.'
Noah steamed. "That is not funny," he groused to the e-mail in his inbox. Purposely clicking 'Delete,' he watched in satisfaction as the malevolent missive was removed from his sight.
"Even if it is partly true," he added under his cyberbiotic breath. Sighing, he started his normally stretch of melancholy brooding that typically took up his time from nine to noon in the morning. He had nothing better to do with his time, as things were slow at work. And the chat group he'd started up didn't really get going until the afternoon. Maybe I should 'assimilate' someone, he thought whimsically. Then I'd have a companion by my side for when things got boring.
Though the thought had originally been just a whimsical noting, there was some appeal in making an online friend. The chat group he'd created had given him social interaction, but he hadn't really tried to get to know any the members better. There was that young lady who had just joined. She seemed extremely intelligent, despite her young age.
"What was her nickname again?" Noah's forehead furrowed in a frown. "TeddyGirl?"
Maybe I should ask her to meet me for a private chat. We could never meet in 'real' life, but it would be nice to talk to someone one on one.
Decision made, Noah pulled up a new browser window and set about writing an e-mail to TeddyGirl, inviting her for an online 'date.'
A smirk crossed his digitized lips. And once I've sent this off, then I can see about getting my revenge…