Why was my computer running so slow? I wish Amelia were here because she was good with that sort of thing. I entered another command and my program continued learning from the textbooks I'd fed it. My damn modem was broken, the light was blinking all the time, I tried shutting it off and failed. I took another sip of coffee from my spill-proof mug and set it back down. It would need to go back into the microwave. There was a knock on the door and I answered it.

Amelia was wearing jeans and a comfortable looking grey sweatshirt with a hint of jasmine, sweat, and alcohol. She always smelled good. She stared at me in the doorway with her hands on her hips,

"Two things, you vanished after my dissertation defense, and I am mad at you. All those boring boys were trying to talk to me and will you pay the cab, I spent too much cash. I will pay you back later," she said.

I pushed passed her to get to the cab trying in vain not to appreciate the swell of her breast that showed from that completely innocent posture as I sympathized with those poor boys. She was the type of woman who other women hated and other men dreamed of without even trying to be. She was an all-natural desire, but out of my reach.

Walking back to my door I asked, "how was the party?"

"It was fun, it was just missing one thing," she replied entering my house and making her way to my computer room.

"Hmn, what was that?" I asked.

"My best friend. Why is your modem running, didn't I tell you not to connect this private network to the Internet Micheal? People could steal your work." She swung herself into my chair, moved over and pulled me next to her.

"I don't know, it won't turn off and ..." I began.

"The app is running slow," she finished as she began punching on the keyboard. The command line, that black terminal with white words came up and she began typing.

"Someone is sharing your work. I have their IP address so I am going to give them a present. More command lines popped up and within seconds my computer responded to her.

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"You have all seven of your AIs open to the world when they will be worth hundreds of millions if not billions when we are done. I don't like it when you play Russian roulette with my future," as she said this my body responded to the warmth of hers as our thighs touched. I felt her leg tremble with excitement, she loved security no matter what she says.

I grunt.

She grunts back at me as more command-line terminals pop up and then vanish. She then says, "I am deleting the stolen files from the remote computer... oh sneaky. He is trying to open another connection. Well, let's see how he likes this ..." I am amazed as she does her work. She is a computer security expert specializing in AI systems. Her dissertation was amazing. Every question posed to her was answered quickly and correctly, questions I didn't even understand. I could tell she was a genius the way her answer opened a certain light in the questioner's eye and they invariably nodded and took notes. I will say it again, her dissertation defense was amazing. I thank God she is my friend.

Finally, she does something I can understand. She pulls up a text editor and begins writing a program. I recognize it because it is a neural net in a few lines. Here I can help and I insert my ideas into her work. Our work grows and flows through the modem to attack the remote computer. Within seconds our intelligent virus vanishes into their system and sends us information on who our attacker is.

His name is Ahnmaki Pannelliti. More information comes in. We are linked with all the computers his computer has been connected with for the last three months. MiniSpy, the name I am giving our brain-child, is giving up only a portion of what it knows.

"Michael ..." Amelia calls my attention to the name of a company.

I notice the hacker had an open link to a secure NASA internal website. MiniSpy thought I may be interested in this so he/she infected it. I then see the secure computer that Amelia had seen. Advanced Digital was the company we worked for.

We sift through the private emails and find that this was a hacker employed by the company on a freelance basis. He was contracted by the owner, Bruce Tate to steal a copy of what I am working on at home and put some of it on company computers.

"Micheal that bastard is trying to steal our work. I think he is trying to establish proof that we worked on this at the office."

I was shocked and I didn't know what to do. It was then that I noticed the private NASA computer had something interesting on it. There was a huge planetoid sized object coming close to our solar system at two percent the speed of light. It would be here in a few months.

"He knows about EIS," said Amelia, her lower lip quivered, "and he is trying to steal it."

"Well we can't let that happen now, can we. We need to make sure that there are no copies of EIS in that office," I say, and I add, "check out this NASA article. There is a massive asteroid or planetoid entering the solar system."

"First things first. We need to make sure EIS is our Evolutionary Intelligence System and no-one else's."

I ask, "how?"

"We make it know and obey us and only us."