Aftermath

Senior POV

As I finish cooling down and patching up the now SECOND highest maintenance machine in these walls, the first being maybe me. The second goes to the auto cannon!

I turn to H20 who was tossing the bodies not to gently out of the now shattered window, "Two things. One, you're paying for the damages, and will be contacting the repairmen to fix it, I have enough on my hands. Two, are you TRYING to kill those guys?! You're dropping them into a 73 story drop!!! I mean, I know Alice in Alice in Wonderland did, but come on, they don't look like Alice," I scold.

She just motions for me to look and tosses the last two out the window effortlessly.

"I hope you know I have vert- AAAAAAAH" I scream, she pushed me over the edge of the house, for a few seconds I try to squirm out of her grasp, but it was metaphorically and possibly quite literally, like steel. I quickly stop after realizing that if she lets go, I'd probably fall to my death.

I doubt this was a show of her superiority over me, OK... maybe a little.

Once I overcome my nausea a little more, and feel like I'm not about to die, I start wondering why she's holding me out of a window, do I stink that much? However it is most likely she is justifying why she was tossing our failure of a group of assailants out of a window.

Oh. They were being carried by a rogue levitating stretcher that was probably violating some kind of code and or, law, levitating this high.

"We need to move lower if you're going to do this frequently," I mutter.

She doesn't respond for the longest time, and I feel like I was about to pass out so I yelled, "OK! OK! I get your point! Please let me back in!"

She pulls me inside once more, "So, lets start brainstorming names," She says, acting like nothing happened.

"You're having the wrong idea about you finding a name," I say, but she looks at me in a way that shows that she clearly doesn't understand what I'm saying. "Now I've never needed to choose a name for someone, but I have for an animal, and you usually say random names until they react positively," I say slowly.

"Oh!" She starts, and then stops, going into a thinking pose.

"I'll start..." I flip out a random name generator and start pressing generate several times, "Julina? Amelia? Jackie??? Francois?!?! Sucky Sucki!?!??! WHAT THE HELL!!!" I yell, switching the generator.

"OK, attempt two. Jacqueline... Mia... Lantla... Filius... Luna... Alexa or Alexandra?" I ask, she doesn't even twitch at those names.

OK, maybe a little at Sucky Sucki, but probably in revulsion, right?

"Hey you got any ideas of names that you would like? And something that would be decently easy to pronounce, if you could please?" I ask.

"How about Kylie?" She asks.

"Why are you asking me?! All you need is to hack the governments citizen database and input your name! And if you can get in once, you can get in again." I say, confident she could do it at will, or even subconsciously, not sure how, but it's just a figure of speech, OK?!

She nods and closes her eyes, "OK! Do a personality test on me!" She says, excited about something.

"Personality test? I'm sorry? Whats that?" I ask, confused at what she had said.

"If you look at someone hard enough, can't you get a card compiled with everything they ever have done? And they're physical information? And their social security and more?" She inquires, and I snort.

"One, I don't have a neural processor, or you would've hacked me right away, probably," I wave my phone and then kiss it, fortunately it was nearly bomb proof, or it would've probably shatter.

"Also, I would probably need to be part of the Cocaine Instigating Agency (CIA) or the National Sexual Abusers (NSA) to have access to the information that you just mentioned on demand," I finish. [Milking that First Amendment babyyyy]

She asks what I meant by Cocaine Instigating Agency and National Sexual Abusers, and I quickly explain, and get a small chuckle, I don't know if that was forced or not, but getting a laugh out of a robot is one hell of a leap for a dry and comedically challenged person such as myself.

"You have a such a pretty voice..." I accidentally mutter, and I see a faint blush on her face, I guess she heard me. And are robots supposed to react?!

Let me just play dumb for now though.

"However, we do need to a new place... Kylie," I say, smiling warmly at her.

"Or you really need to fix this dump," Kylie retorts still wearing a blush.

"And I can't have you through holding me outside a window again, or tossing people out of a room 73 stories high," I scold, before laughing by myself.