True Love Never Dies
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It was about midnight, maybe one in the morning. A lone figure, shirtless, padded through the halls of his home at the Institute. He couldnt sleep, and he had left his wife upstairs in their bedroom. Now, he had a very specific operation: Raid the refrigerator. That man, was Michael Haghn. He appeared only twenty four years old, in actuality he was closer to thirty. Such was one of the perks of being a werewolf, and an angel. He found his way to the kitchen, and opened up the refrigerator, poking his head around inside. Orange juice, bacon, eggs, blood bags... Finally he reached inside and pulled out a doughnut
Chewing on his meal, he looked out the door into the darkness of the Island. Again, he was stunned by the beauty of the place, created by his wife years ago. Nine years had passed since their wedding, and that caused him to smile over the apple of the pastry. Thinking back over the last ten years, he smiled and sighed softly.
"Sir, are you okay?" a slight, almost musical female voice said, a soft blue glow enveloped the room. The 5'11 full form of the first Smart Artificial Intelligence, a blonde woman with short hair. Algorithmic symbols danced across her form as she thought. Lyra was the first operational Artificial Intelligence System, created by Haghn. She could do six trillion calculations per second, and had no limits on her creativity. However, she would suffer for her genius. Smart AI constructs go rampant after eleven years after going operational. After ten years, they are moved to non-combat caretaker roles, where they provide support to the newer AIs and to the Fleet.
"Fine, Ly," the man replied, not looking away.
"I completed the intelligence estimates on the Vekh," the AI said, crossing her arms. "And forwarded it to Fleet Intelligence."
"Do you miss operational life?" he asked, glancing back at the somewhat ghostly form.
"Aboard the Razors Edge? Lyra asked, smiling slightly. "Every second. I loved it, its complexity, everything. But I guess now I have to take this easier job. I helped recommend this program, after all."
He didn't think it was proper to talk about Cassandra, his new AI for the Razors Edge, with his first AI. He picked up a trace of concealment in her voice, something he had helped program. "I can tell it in your voice, Lyra, what else?"
"Well," she looked down, almost embarrassed. "I had some time, so I went through your old files, when you and Allyson first met."
Michael Haghn looked up, "really?"
"Yes, I organized it all, into a book."
Haghn finished his doughnut, and turned around, walking into the Library. He found his favorite chair, a black leather wingback chair by the fireplace. He crashed in it, as Lyra followed him into the capacious room.
"Okay, Lyra, explain."
The AI seemed to lean on one of the tables, looking past him as the information scrolled across her eyes, invisible to him, as the voice began to narrate.
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