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"Mrs Nick, your fame for supply and gear is getting around quiet fast. Even the cities are interested in your supply now." Another new hazmat suit with a real person of the city inside, "They say you know where to find the best scraps in places no normal person would." armoured guards are men in the suits too... space travel techniques. Stuff from NASA or SpaceX; the wealthy of wealth.

"Get to the point." No trusting yet not showing defence yet either. Only that I kept to business tone for every transaction. Play my image as how I can predict they assume of me. City folks think I am a rouge robot where as trade caravans see me as a plague victim. I go between the two looks often to keep character of business image.

Besides, standing to stare at the hazmat suits these folks are wearing is plenty of time to scan them for every inch. A normal ai system that they expected we wouldn't be able to scan materials catalogue as erased history knowledge. We have no issues with scanning it all for ourselves... for our own design later.

"There a location of old goods locked in a vault. I want the content for myself. They have the holographic scanning of the landscape, "The dried river was famous a long time ago." I know London. The modern London of today is mutant central of New infection strains.

The only ways of avoiding it all would to utilize the train tube areas and the secret maintenance systems. The man hole cover entries into places like the natural history museum and the science museums. There is also the tower of London with plate armour... Well it was when I was a kid. They would have repurposed the building for something else. There is many high speck shops and even the royal Palace and 10 Downing Street.

"I should ask which vault... as there is way to many high grab spots there for the high risk." The business smile of greed snarled with the strange weirdness of unease. A man happy the he found someone that knows their stuff but could potentially not give what they wanted. There is a slick scheming mind at battle of the lips curl, considering options before speaking, "I want this vault... it runs for miles. But I want something very exact from the the depths of it. It would be difficult for a robot to accomplish due to the location but no human wants to attempt such area without alerting the trip systems." The silver mile... nearly a 1 km length of vaults that most of the worlds silver is sold. All silver seems to come from this place.

I am sure over the change of technology as to the metal market that grows there. It no longer just silver like it was my pure human days. As the further progress with tech has gotten with break through with diamond computer coding and mineral stones being ionized for sections of internal super complex motherboards for computers. Value for granite as well as what used to be costume jewellery gems went up market values. Ruby, emeralds and even a surge for rare stones like Blue John for ever more chemical complications for encryption protections.

"So what is the exact item you trying to get?" The man snarling smile slips a little with maybe the shock of being unfazed by the suicidal mission, "Besides we are way to north east to be at that location." The glimmer of something jitters about him.

"You have been to this place before."

"I know the layout. The second you pulled the map, I had a feeling of knowing what you were likely asking. I still not sure which vault you mean... as the location you talking about is the length of the hay field south of here."

"Would you be willing to work as part of a recon team? If I make sure to get you there and have you guide folks. My people know what I want."

'I have a lot of sensors reading that this man does not intent good things. You would say, I dislike him in human terms.' The system also analysing the conversation and people.

'It means ditching the Van... I already don't like the the vague answers and knew it from his reactions of what sort this man is.' I have my gun aimed right at a already pointed gun... a stun dart likely. By bullet, the dart was broke mid air. There is more to how the van came to aid with limb blocking the other sides. Getting back in fold and grapple my things for the door to close. Compacted and of no problems on taking leave.

"Damn... A really good fish too. A shame for having a personality like that. Very interesting intelligence readings." The hover drone returns too. That of a male solider giving a message. The following of the pale and upset. Being robbed blinded of all the data and encrypted information and worse to be left nothing in return for it. So much fumes was the inability to take me for himself as a slave.

"I have emptied his id banking account to zero, took possession of all his data with criminal detailing to have that sent to the authorities and... I just removed the pay of those people he hired." My little brother must really had it for this guy.

"Summary of what you most hated about him?" I ask and there is a long time of him progress a answer. Likely not in realizing it was a lash out, "Something about his data, motive or person had triggered a very extreme reasoning of response. Its what I most wanted to know. Other then that, I am approve of the action you took. It may not have be lawful but it what I would have like to done to a grease pocket like him."

"He intention were to make you into something your not. He has a market for stealing all sorts of talented people and making them into... Well your word by best definition is pet or servant."

Out of signal reach and quick into cover of a underground parking lot. A sort of small city rune area of what cities used to be. We watch the radar of signal picks and weather conditions. Every was put away in the sorted boxes before tucking puppy to bed. The conversation was a internal on as power down for low detection.

"Is it about your own freedom or our freedom?" Since he is on the rare talking mood. I am happy that he is opened a little with me.

"Ours..." He isn't actually sure.

"I do not ever want you to think I am wanting to rid of you, as you are my brother. I just have been wondering what you opinion is of many things. Such as what if you didn't need to rely in me, what would you do? Would you make your own path of opinions or would you mimic me? Would you follow the rules, break the rules or walk in between them? What rule would you pick to follow for what purpose?" The sense of pause, "What is the future you see? What happens when I am gone?"

"I don't know... I have been rather lost with what I want. My program was ever always been about you. I wasn't ever expecting to consider my own self until we become together. When my program logic had to care for us both in order live. I have spend years of thinking of how to cure or get you to a stable stage of no longer requiring me.

But... things were changing. I heard the opinions of the other computers that were once like me. The ai drones whom became thier own programs. Then... I was also confused by your chooses.

You choose to accept me as a separate mind or another being. You break some rules about talking about history that all other humans I have ever observed refused to do. You even consider me family. Not a tool. Not a part of yourself even through I should be by definition. You ways of questions even now... supportive of me being myself. You don't look into the backlog databases for what I am doing when your asleep. You let me have control. Even so selfless.

Why?"

There was movement detected, a drone signal sends a message. It hovers scanning the room.

"I had forgotten a lot. All I do know is that you are a life. I am compelled to protect your life over my own. It was a promise... I think. I should have died... but haven't. Or maybe I have and was sent back. I don't know. I just know that you have a potential to be free, to be like those other ai folks whom are their own programs. You proven to me that you can, like the van or the drone. Those weren't my designs. Not how I make things. I can see you being someone that could make or break this planet.

The skills, data and technology is enough to break every underground vault in the city network. I know you can not just cure people but know how to make the same illnesses but worse. You have potential to be anything or anyone.

If I can save you from a history once repeat before. If I die, I would never regert it. Even if it is to make you into something that everyone else would fear most. Is that wrong of me?"

There is a lot of background information running around the system. The van has already spiked ans snatched the drone from the air. A false signal sent to report a mutant attack located and a virus for other drones to be falsely lead to being scrap. The watch of his handy work to break then components down for storage. The eating of motherboards and other materials for data expansion and new system coding. The upgrades needed to lift him into a new generation of ai.

"Then when I have found my thoughts of what I want in the future. I will let you know." A interesting response.

"Alright then." My mind drifted into sleeping. I don't really know much of what he did that night, but I could tell that a hover drone left. Maybe his way of sending himself away for a little while. Doing whatever he wants.