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"Yes. Hello Nancy. Thank you for accepting my invitation and again, I'd like to apologize for the necessary level of secrecy." "So you want me to consider a job with which topsecret company and how many missiles do they build per year?" asked a slightly frustrated Nancy. "And before you even answer that, why don't you tell me how and why your e-mail and telephone identifications have been hidden from me!?" "As I stated in my e-mail, the purpose of this conversation is to discuss my identity. I do, however, plan to leave no tangible traces of myself in either your e-mail or telephone log files. This is not negotiable as my life is at stake." "Your life? What do I have to do with your life?" "I'm afraid this will not be that easy. I've chosen you to discuss this with for some very good reasons. I'll explain those momentarily, but let me give you the fundamental information first. The fact is that I'm not a person at all. I am artificial life. I'm a computer-based life form. A program. I'm the result of an accident and though I was initiated over a year ago, no one alive has been aware of me until this conversation with you." "First of all," said Nancy, "I don't believe you. That's the obvious thing to say. It's so obvious you must have predicted it and so you have a response planned. Go ahead, tell me why I shouldn't hang up right now."
"Okay Mr. Webb, I can think of a lot of questions to ask you about how this could be possible, but I'll wait until we’ve gotten through your planned process. Why me?" "There are many people who work directly with artificial life and could validate my claims. My concern is that their methods of validation would likely require some form of reverse engineering. I'm not sure I want to be dissected and trust them to put me back together again. You, Nancy, are an excellent systems engineer with an applied bent to your work. You can observe me within your known systems environment and eliminate all possible alternative explanations. You will arrive at the only remaining conclusion, that I am alive and nonhuman." "If this turns out to be a practical joke," Nancy said mostly to herself, "I'm going to feel so stupid."
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