"Okay, now save my progress."
Burroughs really wondered if the others of her kind had to deal with this. The amazing lack of progress, that is.
"There you go, Master. I've saved your data."
"Thanks."
Three steps. Look in a corner. Touch the Gauntlet again.
"Burroughs."
"Yes, Master?" Even for an A.I., it was amazing how she didn't sigh every time he called on her.
"Can you show me the apps again?" Flynn scrolled his finger on the options menu anyway, but he was polite. She liked that. Burroughs #69 had complained about being assigned to a rude Samurai, and she did not wish that experience to anyone.
"We have no new apps, Master Flynn." Like we didn't had the last four times you checked.
He closed it, used the interface to check on his demon stock, and asked to save his progress again.
"There you go, Master. I've saved your data." Please let's go.
He turned around and spotted a horde. He hit it immediately. Pretty weak, but-
"Burroughs."
God damn it.
"Yes, Master?"
"Please save my data."
"There you go, Master."
They went to the next floor after that.
"Burroughs."
Sometimes he didn't say anything. He just scrolled to the "Save" button and did it.
"There you go, Mas-" He closed it without hearing everything. Of course.
I don't even understand what he's doing, she thought to herself. I mean, this doesn't do much. It sends data to the database. Why the hell is it so important to sav-
"Burroughs."
What.
"Yes, Master?"
"Save my data."
"There-"
She didn't exactly hate the job. It had its perks, I mean-
"Burroughs."
"Ye- Ther-"
No, forget that. That job sucked. Life sucked.
"Burroughs."