Thoughts continue. <|The who of who caused the noise earlier?> I say, ,,Hello,'' stand and clear throat, wipe towel end over face, pull towel from neck, set towel on desk, step from behind desk to the silhouette. I raise open palm. ''My name is Dick.''
Psycho says, ,,Psycho is a forty-third generation killing machine of United States Department Offense Defense. Psycho is programmed to find an animal or a machine or a plant and kill the animal or the machine or the plant. The forty-third generation killing machines use A.I. to question to learn to improve the ability to kill,'' and pauses then continues, ''Psycho's siblings are now the standard issue and known as Gee Forty-three Killing Machines.''
<|A machine with A.I..> I sit up, say, ,,Life,'' wipe towel over face, think, <|A killing machine.> The towel ends hang on chest. I look at the machine, think, <|Maybe,> smile, say, ''Yes, life.'' <|Lead.>
Psycho says, ,,Psycho is one of the first one hundred Generation Forty-three Killing Machines. Psycho has killed in South America, Africa, Asia, The Mid-East, Europe, Antarctica and North America.''
I lift left butt cheek and slide hand in back pocket, pull handkerchief then push handkerchief back into pocket and think, <|Answers fast for human.> I wipe neck with towel around neck, say, ,,Excuse me,'' think, <|Even if government is reading mind.>
<|We are all puppets.> I smile. <|Entrapment.> I look at Psycho. ,,I am a puppet, so I can tell when one is trying to control me.'' I grip chair arm, think, <|Need to see Psycho,> nod head to Psycho, say, ''Are you unable to kill?''
,,You, Psycho, are not real.'' I look at Psycho's hood, lean back upon chair's back, say, ''I believe you are trying to set me up or test me.'' Eyes wander down Psycho's cloak and focus upon desk, smile, ''I believe you are a puppet for your company.'' I stare at the hood and follow a slow shifting pattern through the cloak folds' shadows. <|Flow swirls to center of chest.> ''I haven't decided if you're more A.I. or more human controlled.''
I look at Psycho's cloak, ,,How do I know you are not with a global, a company, or even the government?'' I lean back, slide elbows off desk top, think, <|I am a fool, but not stupid,> place palms on desk, look at Psycho, focus on the hood. ''Why should I believe you are not a company or global or working for a global or company OR government when you hide in a robe?''