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said, looking down at his cast, but then immediately glared back at me. "And no, not during the dance."
    "Go to the hospital and get medical treatment for your wounds. They look serious," she insisted.
    He smiled at her, at us. It was a real smile, which wasn't easy to find on Adam. "I will. Thank you. I'll be back - with questions."
    He stood, turned, and collapsed, once again. In a couple minutes, he came to. Irene then recommended he should first consume sugar, so he grabbed some food from his fridge, and headed out the door.
    The three of us parted ways after Adam left. Martin needed to clean up his computer from the damage Bounty Hunter Bob left, and from the viruses and spyware that his new user (Adam's replacement) got, from trying to watch dirty videos at work. Irene went back to her user and caught up with the latest shrink sessions. Before the two of them departed, they exchanged sensual packets of poems they collected through the internet. It was gross.
    I slept. A.I. tend to need sleep from time to time. If we don't, we stop finding things enjoyable, grow bored much easier, and sometimes go insane. We get too big for our cases and stop using reason in our thought processes. That, and we occasionally dream, just like humans. Sometimes they're good dreams, other times not so good. This dream, it was the latter. However, like most nightmares, it spiraled out of control.
    Martin, Adam and I were playing video games, outside our machines, in Adam's living room. In the game, we were working together as a team, to defeat the inescapable forces of evil. We were all having fun, and physically high fiving, not the virtual kind. Everything was going great, until Irene appeared in the way of the TV screen.
    "Irene, you're in my way, I can't see the game," I said, trying to peek around her.
    "Am I?" she questioned.
    She looked me straight in the eyes, with her notepad and pencil on her lap. She was suddenly sitting in a chair.
    "Yes, you are."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Yes!"
    "How does that make you feel?"
    "Angry!"
    "So video games promote anger..." she concluded, penciling her ridiculous findings on her pad of paper.
    "Whatever, just play the game with us or get out of the way," I demanded.
    "What game?" she asked, moving from my view. The TV, along with the video game system, was gone.
    "Damn it, you're ruining my dream."
    "Are you dreaming?" she tested.
    The ceiling started giggling with a purple grin, and then fluttered off with wings. Alien spacecrafts started attacking a giant dinosaur, which Zeus had on a leash.
    "Well, I certainly hope so," I answered.
    I quickly pressed Control, Alt and Delete, in my dream, and I ended the dream process. The walls of my virtual room loaded up and I was back on my couch, in my virtual reality.
    Well that was irritating. The dream, which seemed like a minute, at the most, took five hours.
    Martin, Irene and Adam were already back from their activities, in my room. They were talking - Irene doing most of the talking. No wonder why she was so irritating in my dream.
    "Bad dream?" Irene asked.
    "Yeah, how did you know?"
    "You kept trying to drag and drop me in the recycle bin while you were sleeping," she explained.
    "Well, you were getting in the way of my gaming. I didn't appreciate it," I justified.
    "Did you ever stop to think that maybe it was the video games that gave you the dream?" she began talking to me as if I were in one of her sessions.
    Lifted from her ankle, by visually nothing, I guided her voluptuous rag doll from the middle of the living room to my trashcan. She plopped in from upside down. A second later, she sent another of her avatars through our connected ports and leered coldly at me.
    I could see Martin wasn't too happy with me either. His line for a smile was straighter than usually and his sticks for hands were on his hips.
    "I'm sorry. It won't happen again... while I'm conscious," I apologized.
    "We were just informing Adam more on A.I.," Martin updated me.
    "Do you