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put you guys on hold for a second?" he asked, pressing the button to put us on hold.
    "Why doesn't he know that we're A.I. yet?" I asked.
    "We were waiting for you so we could all tell him together," Wade answered simply. "But shh, something magical is going to happen! I can see it in his face!"
    Adam placed his phone down on his desk and walked to the middle of the room, in full view of the webcam. He danced. His shirt was torn and he was bloodied, but he danced all right. He sung a tune, and danced. I saw that he incorporated a few Charlie Brown dances, the cabbage patch kid, the running man, the moonwalk and I believe the worm, because he got down on his stomach, said, 'ouch' quite a few times, and then gave up to start dancing on his feet again.
    "I got her phone number, I got her phone number, I got her phone number," he sang, each time in a different note.
    "He's not talking about Justine, the office slut, is he?" I asked, truly sad for him.
    "No, new one, I'll tell you all about it later. Shh," Wade said, shushing me once again.
    After Adam finished his dances, and his song, he stood straight, cleared his throat, and picked up his cell phone. He sat at his computer chair, took us off hold, and finished by turning his screen on.
    His giddy smile disappeared and turned into an uncomfortable cringe.
    "Hey guys," he said, staring at his computer screen. "Were you watching me just now?"
    "Of course not!" Wade lied, attempting to withhold a grin, but smiled endlessly nevertheless. "You can see the three of us right?"
    "Yes, I can see your user avatars."
    "You see, this isn't our avatars... well it is... But, what I mean is, this is who we are. The stick figure you're looking at is Martin. He's an artificially intelligent being from your work computer. Irene here is A.I. from your psychiatrist's laptop. I too am artificial intelligence, on this computer," Wade explained slowly.
    "You're artificial intelligence... on my computer?"
    Wade readjusted his jaw and glared at Adam. " My computer... But I'm not going to argue with you about it - that's not the point of the matter. We are artificial intelligence. We have artificially intelligent law enforcement after us because we broke the biggest law in our world, communicating with you, with humans."
    It took him a few seconds to gather what Wade just told him and understand it. However, when he fully understood, his face turned white and he fainted, landing face first on his keyboard and finally hitting the ground, under his desk.
    "Computer chair seatbelts..." Wade muttered quietly.
    "I believe that was too much for him to take in at one time," Irene stated.
    "Well, he did lose a lot of blood."

6. Wade
     
     
     
    Irene and I ended up explaining everything to Martin that night, from getting Adam to help us track down Bounty Hunter Bob, to Bounty Hunter Bob getting in a bar fight, to Adam getting Lara's phone number.
    "Adam found a computer nerd?" Martin asked.
    "A naive, good looking , computer nerd. She thought he was tree climbing, at two in the morning, outside an office building. She said her father was once a medic and then started bandaging Adam's wounds over his shirt. No disinfectant or anything," I explained, proud that my user found such a girl.
    Martin rolled his plain black pupils for eyes. "She sounds like a great gal."
    "For Adam? Hell yeah she is. He's an idiot too. Instead of suing the company for any number of reasons he's been through at his old office, he quit because he was too embarrassed to show up-" I said, but stopped when Martin began motioning at the webcam projection on the wall.
    Adam was glaring at me, face still pale. "What were you saying about me?"
    "I was just asking them if they wanted to watch your dance video from last night."
    That remark brought plenty of warm colors to his face.
    "How are you feeling?" Irene asked professionally. "Are you feeling light headed? Feverish?"
    "No, I'm just in a lot of pain. I might have broken my leg again," he