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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 031
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan

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   Chapter 31

   I guess I slept about four hours.  When I woke again it was ten fifteen
am.  I showered and dressed and went out to the kitchen hoping for coffee.
I found Nancy with coffee ready and breakfast on the way again.

   "Well I see that you've decided to make another stab at gracing us with
your presence." Nancy greeted me cheerfully.

   "I didn't want to.  I wanted to just stay in that bedroom from now on.
Life is getting complicated for me Nancy.  This last little curveball that
it has thrown me is beyond the pale." I sulked.

   "Cut that shit out Jack.  You don't have time to feel sorry for yourself
and you don't really have a bitch coming.  I don't know exactly what's
going on, but from what I do know, you have been handed a big leg up on
everyone else on earth.  I don't see how that qualifies you as downtrodden.
It's about time that you started looking at your advantages as what they
are and stop treating each new opportunity as a burden." Nancy said.

   I got a mug of coffee to cover my initial reaction to Nancy's mini
tirade.  I realized nearly at once that she was correct.  Beginning about
the time I'd sold out and become a rich boy, I had started looking at
anything that changed my life and added responsibilities as a hardship. 
When I finally considered the situations though, I usually found that they
were actually to my advantage.

   I just had a 'poor Jack' attitude problem.  I was accustomed to greeting
new events as bummers until they were proven otherwise.  Maybe I should
talk to the shrink that Margaret had brought out.  Fuck the shrink.  I
didn't need that kind of shit.  I needed to kick my own ass and get with
the program.

   Aimee's contacting the virus was probably the best thing that could have
happened.  I should be proud that I had contributed to enabling it, even if
I hadn't had any idea what I was starting.  I still had to pay attention to
what was going on with this new communication and with what the viruses and
the drone were doing; but I also needed to try and discover the best way to
use these gifts.  They were gifts too.  They were beyond value.  Priceless
didn't even begin to put a value on what they could mean to us.

   I had already been warned about and protected from three new "Franklins"
and I didn't even need to kill the offenders.  Now they would be valuable
members of my group of followers instead of food for the hogs.

   The new developments weren't the only things that I could be glad about.
Everything was working out for the good now.  Everyday I accumulated more
followers.  They were not only loyal bodies to fill slots for labor; they
were trained for specific jobs that needed doing for our survival.  They
were trained to protect us and to raise, gather and process food.  They
would build and remodel facilities and they would restart the machinery of
civilization.  They would do it at my command.  What was I crying about?

   "You're right again Nancy.  I'm the last person on earth that should be
feeling sorry for himself.  I should be a woman." I told her.

   "What is that supposed to mean?" Nancy eyed me suspiciously.

   "I should be a woman with two sets of lips, so I could piss and moan at
the same time." I told her laughing at my own lame joke.

   "You'd better watch your mouth Jack.  If you keep that kind of shit up
you won't live as long as that piss poor joke has already." Nancy informed
me.

   "Sorry." I said.

   "I know, now you can apologize." Nancy said, using an even older joke.

   "We'd be fucked for sure if we had to make a living as comics, wouldn't
we?" I asked her.

   "Speak for yourself long dick.  I can be funny without resorting to lame
old jokes.  I was just trying to use things that I knew you would
understand.  Now eat your breakfast and try not to piss me off again in the
next ten minutes." Nancy said laughing, knowing that she'd put me in my
place.

   She put a big plate before me and then got a cup of coffee and sat down
with me.  We just sat in silence while I ate.  It was good for me.  I'd
always enjoyed being with Nancy and now I enjoyed it even more.  I finished
eating and sat there with another cup of coffee.

   "You can't sit around here all day on your ass drinking coffee either.
You and Seven need to get to the hotel so you can meet the new arrivals. 
So drink up and get gone." Nancy ordered.

   "Yes Mam, do you know where Seven is?" I asked.

   "In your study waiting for you." She told me.

   I went to my study to find her.  I realized when I saw her that for the
first time I had no doubts about Seven at all.  The virus had removed them
all, I knew that I would no longer even worry about Seven's loyalty, or
Margaret's either.

   The virus and the drone were the only things that I had to worry about
now.  Somehow I didn't worry about them anymore though.  I understood that
conceivably they were causing me to trust them.  I didn't think that was
the case though.  As I'd been thinking about it I came to the conclusion
that what the virus and the drone had told me was a very plausible
scenario.

   The aliens had never even considered that we might gain communication
with the virus and therefore hadn't considered that we could contact the
drone through that channel.  If what I understood about them was correct I
could see how that had come about.  If they hadn't encountered anything
similar in billions of years it would be easy to forget about even that
possibility.

   This got me wondering what had kept them from encountering a situation
like this before.  I would have to remember to ask the drone what was
different about what had happened here.  I needed to ask it about other
means of communicating with it also.  The virus had mentioned a human to
machine interface.  Depending on the details that could be an interesting
development.

   I also needed to ask them exactly what they were.  The virus had said
that they weren't really sentient.  They seemed pretty damned close to
sentient to me.  Maybe I didn't know enough to know the difference.  What
constituted sentient if self-awareness didn't?  I would have to ask them
about this.

   Another thing I needed to ask about was whether we could come up with a
way to communicate while I was conscious.  I would not be disappointed if
we couldn't but it would be a lot better if we could.  Lying down for a nap
every time I wanted to ask the drone something could get to be a little
tedious, even if the virus could make sure I could drop off to sleep at
anytime.

   "Well how was it Jack?" Seven asked me.

   "It was unbelievable Seven.  I have a lot to tell you and Margaret
today." I told her.

   "About Aimee?" Seven asked.

   "She got it started but it isn't really about her.  I know now why all
the people died and I know what killed them.  I guess you could say I know,
or can find out, about anything on earth.  All I have to do is take a
little nap." I told Seven, purposely being cryptic.

   "I don't understand Jack." Seven said.

   "Hey Seven, that's usually my line.  I would tell you now but I'll have
to tell Margaret too, so why don't we go to the hotel so I can tell it
once. I'll guarantee that you'll find it worth waiting for." I told her.

   We went to the airstrip.  Henny had the Sikorsky ready; I didn't know
the pilot.  I had seen her before but couldn't recall her name.  I would
ask Seven later.  Maybe if I had time for a nap I would ask the virus.  I
wondered then if I allowed it to increase itself and increase my memory, if
I would be able to retain the names of all my troops.  It would be a nice
touch to call them all by name.  I suppose I could find a lot of uses for a
memory, orders of magnitude, better than the one I had now.  It still
seemed a little spooky though.

   We arrived at the heliport and went down to my new quarters.  All the
work had been done now and I noticed that some of the beds had been used
and that there appeared to be clothing around near some of them.

   "Seven, do the ones staying up here need more storage for their clothes
or other things?" I asked her.

   "I don't think so Jack.  I will have a word with their leaders about
keeping the quarters clean." Seven volunteered.

   "No Seven, that isn't what I wanted.  I just want to make sure that they
have everything that they want if we can provide it.  You too you know.  If
there is anything that you want that you don't have, get it or get someone
to get it for you.  If I don't do anything else I am going to get my women
everything they want if it can be had." I told her.

   "Very well moneybags I'll start a shopping list." She teased me with
Nancy's voice.

   "Be sure you do.  If I forget to, be sure to tell Margaret the same
thing." I told her.

   "I would be happy to Jack; but I think you should make a point of
telling her yourself." Seven told me.

   Something about the way she said it set off a little alarm.  I knew that
once again clueless Jack had committed a faux pas.

   "There is no need for me to ask if I have made a mistake of some kind,
that is evident from your tone.  I would just like to get a little hint
concerning what kind of fuck up I have been guilty of." I told Seven.

   "Jack you have accepted Margaret as probably your closest advisor; but
you haven't even bothered to ask her about her provisions for maintenance."
Seven told me while trying not to laugh.

   "Why did you let me do that?  You could have warned me.  Does she need
maintenance soon?" I asked.

   "I think she said within two or three weeks would be optimum." Seven
told me.

   "Well why didn't she mention it to me?" I asked Seven, knowing that I
was missing something.

   "She won't bother you for it Jack.  She isn't on your private list."
Seven said.

   "What?  Why isn't she?  I just assumed she would be private.  Would she
rather not be private, did Carlisle allow her to make up her own mind?" I
wondered aloud.

   "That isn't it at all Jack.  Carlisle realized that Margaret was the
best person for the job but he didn't really like her.  I assume it was
because she would speak her mind.  He had to leave that to her since it was
in his best interest, that didn't mean he liked it." Seven told me.

   "Well we don't give a shit about his inferiority complex, that bastard
is dead.  Let's go find Margaret right now and give her the happy news." I
said.

   "I think that would be good.  I think it would be even better if you did
what you wondered if Carlisle had done.  I think she would appreciate the
thought if you gave her the choice.  I can already tell you what her choice
will be, I just think it would be nice if you went through the motions."
Seven said.

   We found Margaret in her office.  She was preparing for the influx of
followers that were due in today.  She stood when I entered.

   "Margaret I'm sorry but I had completely forgotten to ask you about your
maintenance." I blurted out, realizing after I said it that I had managed
another major fuckup.

   "Don't worry about it, I can take care of it anytime." She told me, but
she did blush impressively.

   I got an insight into Margaret then that I doubted even Seven had. 
Margaret was shy, and she was especially shy about sex.  I don't know how I
knew I just did.  Even though maintenance wasn't really supposed to be
equated to sex for them I still could tell that she was shy about it.  I
sent Seven on an errand, hoping that she would take the hint and not come
back until I called for her.  To reinforce this I went over and shut and
locked the door to Margaret's office.

   "Margaret, I want you to know that this isn't an order.  If you don't
find me objectionable I would like for you to reserve your maintenance for
me.  You are free to decline if you'd rather not." I told her and tried to
put on a schoolboy begging face.

   "Are you sure?  You seem to be very busy in that area." Margaret said
blushing furiously again.

   "I'm sure that it's what I want as long as you have no objections.  I'll
have to admit that maintenance isn't the only design I have on your body. I
don't like to be crude but I am pretty plain spoken.  I'm dying to fuck you
Margaret." I told her honestly.

   This brought on an increase in her blushing.  It was so attractive.  My
dick was as hard as it got now and I was actually hoping she wouldn't turn
me down.  She stood there and blushed though and I was beginning to fear
that she wasn't too keen on the idea.  It wouldn't be the first time I'd
barked up the wrong tree.  It would be the first time in a while but not
the first.

   I had broken one of my oldest rules for dealing with women.  I had
asked. When I was twelve, before I ever made the blunder, a friend of mine
had told me never to ask a girl if I could kiss her.  He said that even if
she said yes, it would be very awkward and that she would probably move her
opinion of me much closer to dork.

   I had faithfully followed his advice since then and had extrapolated on
it.  Always before, when I wanted to kiss a woman I kissed her.  I made
sure to give her signals with my body language so that she would know what
was coming and could refuse or avoid it.  I don't think I had ever ask one
before though.

   Yes I had.  I had asked and warned some of the women I was going to
trick.  I guess that this was similar to that.  I had loudly announced to
Margaret that I wanted to fuck her though.  I had even made a point of the
difference between what I wanted and the maintenance that she would soon
need.  Somehow I managed to keep from blushing in my embarrassment.  The
silence was beginning to grate on me.

   "Margaret, I can see that this is not something that you want to
discuss. Feel free to proceed according to your wishes.  I don't want you
to think that I'm putting any pressure on you because I'm not." I told her.

   I left promptly then.  I believe the common description would be that I
left with my tail between my legs.  It was a good thing that I hadn't let
the virus commandeer the nerves for controlling it yet.  I thought about it
while seeking Seven.  At least I could take a little solace in the fact
that she had misread the situation too.  Unless she had set me up for that
little scene, she had the kind of humor that didn't make that as
far-fetched as it sounded.  It would do me good in the long run.  Even a
King should hear no every now and then.

   Now I had not only embarrassed myself in front of Margaret, I had
delayed telling Seven and Margaret of the new developments.  I had to find
Seven and then suck up my bruised pride and take her back to Margaret's
office and I had to let them in on the new communication.

   I found Seven talking to a group of women and I was able to extricate
her shortly.  We returned to Margaret's office.  Seven didn't ask me what
had gone on between Margaret and me and I was thankful for that at least.
We entered Margaret's office and I could tell at once that Margaret had
been crying.  I don't think I'd ever felt any lower in my life.

   "Oh Jack, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to..."

   "Please Margaret, I'm the one that should be sorry.  I am sorry for what
I said and I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.  Please forgive me." I
told her.

   "But Jack you don't..."

   "Yes I do Margaret.  I apologize for my stupidity and for my crude
innuendo.  Can you ever forgive me?" I asked her.

   "There is nothing..."

   "Yes there..."

   "Jack, please let Margaret speak.  You cut her off every time before she
gets to finish.  Haven't you already said enough?" Seven barked at me.

   She was right of course.  I had been so intent on dodging what I thought
would be an embarrassing conversation that I hadn't even let Margaret
finish a sentence.  I clamped my mouth shut and decided to just take it.

   "Jack, I wanted to tell you that I was just surprised by your proposal.
I would love to come to you for maintenance.  I have been secretly wishing
for it but hardly dared hope.  I wasn't offended when you spoke to me
earlier; I was overwhelmed by my good fortune.  I also need to tell you
that I am extremely shy about things like that.  Next time you should just
try to be a little more patient with me please." Margaret said.

   A big grin split my face and I walked to Margaret and took her in my
arms.  I kissed her as sweetly as I could and held her to me.  She hugged
me also.  Seven broke our intimacy with a cough.

   "I believe I'll just head back to my little conference and let you two
have some time to make up." Seven said laughing.

   "As good as that sounds Seven, we have something big to talk about,
something very big.  Aimee's little difficulty wasn't a dream.  We have
some new partners in our endeavors." I told them.

   "Who could Aimee have contacted that we could use as partners?" Margaret
wanted to know.

   "Aimee contacted the virus that wiped out most of the earth's
population, and the alien drone that is watching us all now." I told them
both.

   Margaret and Seven were both stupefied.  I understood the condition and
the feeling.  I had been in the same shape.  They both wanted to ask
questions but I could see that they didn't know where to start.

   I gave them a report on all that had happened except the revelation that
the virus had wanted to improve me and my memory.  I went through it twice
to be sure that they heard enough to get a handle on it.

   "How do we know that we can trust them Jack?" Margaret asked.

   "We don't Margaret, but I don't see that we have any choice.  I also
can't see any way that they can gain by lying to us.  What would they gain?
They could have already killed us all.  What motive could they have now for
just fucking with our heads?" I asked.

   "I'll admit that sounds logical.  It is all so totally unexpected
though. I could never even have dreamed of this." Seven said.

   "I don't think any of us could have.  I always felt that there was more
to the deaths than could be explained away as a natural happening, but I
never considered this." Margaret added.

   "I don't see how any of us could have ever considered this.  You realize
that this indicates that the aliens started life on earth somehow, billions
of years ago." Seven said.

   "It also means that life on earth didn't measure up to their
expectations." I added.

   "I wonder what in the hell they wanted.  We sure need to get closer to
their thinking before they come back." Margaret said.

   "From what the virus and the drone have told me we won't be the ones
that have to worry about that.  They have indicated that the aliens won't
even be checking on us for another four or five hundred years." I told
them.

   "Still we need to get a handle on what they expect and try to get our
new civilization headed that way." Seven pointed out.

   "I think that is quite an understatement but it is surely correct.  The
drone may be able to help us with that.  I have a feeling it might know
exactly what is expected of us." I told them.

   "I guess you need a little nap then Jack.  You did say that you had to
be asleep to communicate didn't you?" Margaret asked.

   "I need to be unconscious to communicate with my virus.  I believe that
the drone can help us construct a way to communicate with it via some type
of radio communication but I'm not sure.  I think we should go ahead with
our normal activities for now and wait until tonight for me to try to
communicate.  If you think of anything I should ask the virus or the drone
be sure to mention it to me before I go to sleep." I told them both.

   Seven took me down to the meeting room and I did my thing, shaking hands
and trying to seem like a regular guy.  The only thing remarkable about
this iteration was a small, slightly skinny cutie pie with Twiggy type
breasts named Sparkle.  An evidently permanent grin was stamped into her
pixie like face and her boundless energy seemed to bubble up out of her.  I
made sure I remembered her name so I could ask Margaret about her later.

   It was a long haul to the end of the day's group of followers.  I was
tired and hungry when Seven and I headed back up to my top floor suite.  I
saw that the table was set for four.  Margaret and the mystery guest were
missing and Seven and I sat on a couch and flirted until they came in.

   I was surprised again when Margaret came in with Sparkle in tow.  She
brought her over toward the couch where Seven and I were sitting and I
stood as they approached.  Margaret introduced us again and told me that
Sparkle was designated as the head of all computer and network operations
for the plan.  She and Seven both laughed when I told them that I didn't
need to be reminded of Sparkle's name.  Sparkle just looked a little
inquisitive.

   "Maybe I should have introduced little red riding hood to the wolf."
Margaret said and blushed just a little as she giggled.

   I tried to look sheepish and I'm sure I did a good job.  Seven was no
help at all and I got the feeling from the way she was acting that Nancy's
voice wasn't all that she could imitate.  She was going a good job at a
Nancyish pause to allow the rope to tighten around my neck.

   "Sparkle honey, I'm not sure but I think that Jack might be having
ungentlemanly thoughts about you." Margaret told her trying not to just
laugh out loud.

   The grin finally left Sparkle's face and I was sad about it.  I could
see now that Seven and Margaret were teasing her as much as they were
teasing me.  I knew that it was left up to me to enlighten her and I was
embarrassed myself now.  I could feel my ears turning red.

   "Sparkle, Seven and Margaret are referring to my penchant for the
company and favors of beautiful women.  I also think they are trying to let
you know that I have lust in my heart for you and yours.  I can clue you in
that they are certainly correct on that point." I told her.

   "What a wonderfully round about and clever way of telling me you want to
fuck me.  Nothing would suit me better.  Think the food will be any good
warmed up later?" Sparkle asked with the smile now firmly in control of her
face again.

   "I think we should go ahead and eat, and then we can all take a couple
of turns riding Jack's pony." Seven injected.

   "Great!  A gangbang and none of us even have to pull the train." Sparkle
said with glee.

   "Dinner is served.  After that we can retire to the bedroom for an after
dinner Jack." Margaret joined in.

   "After his demonstration of virility Sparkle, Jack will 'tell' you
something that will curl your toes." Seven added.

   "If he curls them the old way first, I'll be all ears." Sparkle said.

   "No worries there, where Jack is concerned we have a locomotive that
only needs to pull three small wagons on this job." Seven said.

   We headed to the table and had an excellent dinner.  After that the
lamb, me, was led to the slaughter.  I didn't balk at the trip.

   After the fun and games were over I went over the virus and drone
developments with Sparkle.  She was as surprised as we'd all been the first
time we got the information.  After getting over her shock though she began
quizzing me about the things the drone had told me about advancing our
computer technology.  I let her go on with her initial questions, hoping I
could get her a few answers while I was asleep.

   Soon we all ran down again.  We all lay down and soon I slipped into
sleep and I didn't have to wait for the virus to speak.  It called to me
seemingly as soon as I dropped off.

   "Jack, the drone has sent some information for you.  I think that you
know that I can monitor your thoughts while you are awake.  I took the
liberty of transmitting your questions to the drone in anticipation of your
sleep period.  I have also just finished transmitting the questions you got
in your last conversation." It told me.

   "What information did it send?" I asked.

   "Apparently you have more questions about your ability to communicate
with me and with the drone.  You also need to understand what has happened
here on your planet and how it is different from other experiments by the
aliens.

   "This is the first time that the aliens have tried the virus procedure
on an under performing planet.  Their normal procedure is to wipe the
planet clean of all life and of anything that the previous life has built.
Completely clean.

   "This time a group of their population scientist formed a small research
group to see if the subjects branch into non-productive behavior could be
redirected." The virus told me.

   "Why did they kill most of the population?  Couldn't they have just told
us what they wanted?" I asked.

   "That question is both simple and complicated to answer.  They could
have contacted the leaders and demanded what they wanted.  They could in
fact have told the leaders how to accomplish what they intended and how to
accomplish it; however, that would have negated any gain that they could
expect from the experiment.

   "They have no troubles doing almost anything that they want to do in the
universe.  They are an ancient civilization and they have accumulated vast
amounts of knowledge and data.  They are seeking from these experiments
things that they cannot discover precisely because of this knowledge and
data.  They do not know that what they are seeking exist." The virus said.

   "That doesn't make sense to me." I told it.

   "The aliens are seeking knowledge that must be discovered and may not be
available by simply working systematically.  They are seeking knowledge
that might be discovered by intellects that are different from theirs. 
They hope that with a completely different frame of reference some of these
experiments might furnish insights that the aliens would never consider
even looking for.  For instance, one species that moved off its world and
took possession of a nearby world discovered a means of travel that was
vastly superior to anything that the aliens in control had ever even
considered.

   "After the species made the discovery that led to the means of travel,
with the Alien's superior knowledge, they were able to perfect the idea
long before the seeded species was.  During this period while the Aliens
were perfecting the travel that the species had stumbled onto two other
insights that were very valuable to the Aliens were found.  These two
insights weren't even related to the means of travel.  They were just
valuable discoveries that the seeded species' work led the Aliens to.  Do
you understand now why the Aliens did not want to direct your species
toward a goal and then give you information that would help you reach it?"
The virus asked.

   "I'm getting an idea but I don't think I really understand." I told it.

   "The markers for your success will first be off planet exploration and
then out of system exploration.  The Aliens were greatly disappointed with
your species because you showed fairly rapid ability to leave your planet
and then your civilization drug you back down to stagnate with concerns
over what the Aliens considered trivial on planet complications.  They were
particularly amazed with the amount of talent and resources that were
devoted to making the most rudimentary of discoveries seem new every few
months in order to sway the consumption patterns of the population.  It
astounded them that millions upon millions of your dollars and thousands of
hours of study were expended to influence people to purchase a particular
type of soap." It told me.

   If that don't just take the biscuit.  Ninety eight percent of the
earth's population had been killed because of soap operas and commercials.
I guess looking at if from the Alien's point of view did make it seem
ridiculous.  I guess it actually was ridiculous.  People in parts of the
planet were starving while untold billions were being spent for
advertisements that most of us hated in the first place.  I wonder what the
aliens thought of telemarketers bothering the shit out of everyone to get
them to change long distance companies.  I'm sure it seemed even more
ridiculous to a species that could concoct a virus that would let everyone
communicate not only over the earth, but out to at least Jupiter, without
even any real equipment.

   "What should we do then?" I asked it.

   "The drone doesn't have the ability to project your course.  If it did
you would succeed in you assigned quest of leaving the earth and venturing
out of system and then the aliens would find out that you have just taken a
short cut inadvertently left by them.  The drone doesn't have an opinion on
what they would do about that.  You must understand that it isn't what you
would call a contest to get out of system with all speed.  It is the
civilization and research that you must build and perform." It said.

   "Well does the drone have any recommendations at all for how I should
proceed?" I asked.

   "It is doing research through records of civilizations that have
previously succeeded.  It did tell me that no species that has ever gained
travel out of system has ever been terminated.  It also told me to tell you
that no species has ever had the kind of access that you have before.  That
access, through me and others like me is totally unprecedented and the
drone says that nothing like this has ever been considered." It told me.

   "Well if it hasn't even been guarded against why hasn't it ever come
up?" I asked in frustration.

   "The drone says it is because all under performing species had always
been completely destroyed before.  In the drone's estimation, your species
was spared because of its early ingenuity.  The aliens were sure that you
would have been a valuable addition to the universe if not for the total
shambles the civilization you developed had made of your allocation of
resources, especially the resources of manpower and brainpower.  It assumes
that this is further proved by your rapid discovery of an unprecedented
means of communicating with it." The virus told me.

   "That only came about because of an accident." I complained.

   "Much of science starts with an accident Jack.  The drone thinks that
your best course of action now is to consolidate your control of this
planet, make sure you can feed all the survivors, and then set them to work
on finding a way off the planet and out of the system, without letting
mundane considerations cause disruption and waste intellectual resources.
Do you realize that many of the finest minds that were produced by your
species were wasted on what you called lawyers, studying and arguing over
archaic laws?" It asked me.

   I understood about that.  I knew what he was talking about there.  I was
also comforted to know that I had already come upon the cure for that.  If
I wanted to know a person's intent now I could just ask his or her virus.
That would be a lot more productive than a court at finding the truth. 
Hell almost anything would be better at finding the truth than a court.

   "How long would it take you to do the magic trick with my memory?" I
asked it.

   "Nearly twenty of your hours, you would need to remain unconscious while
the changes were being made." It told me.

   "Can you give me an idea of the capacity of the new memory?  How much
would I be able to retain?  Would I be able to remember all of my
follower's names?" I asked it.

   "You would be able to remember the name of all living individuals on
earth and probably three or four of what you call megabytes of data on each
one.  That would occupy about four percent of your new memory.  I must tell
you that nearly five percent of your currently unused brain capacity would
be required to manage and index the data to allow you to immediately access
it.  Using your followers or any individual left alive as examples, after
the changes, when you saw a person your new memory would retrieve the
information that referred to them and you would be able to access it within
one second." It told me.

   That alone convinced me.  I told the virus that I wanted to wake up and
tell Seven, Margaret and Sparkle that I would be sleeping for a day or more
and for them to make sure I wasn't disturbed.  I told it that when I went
back to sleep I wanted it to increase itself in me as it had suggested it
do for Aimee and then I wanted it to increase my memory.  I told it that I
would like that data on all people remaining alive to be loaded after the
change was completed.  It told me that the drone had a few thousand of what
I called megabytes of data that it wanted to give me also.  I told it to go
ahead.

   I woke and woke Seven, Sparkle and Margaret.  I kissed them all and told
them that I would be asleep for probably a day or a day and a half and that
I wasn't to be disturbed.  They had some questions but I told them that I
would be conferring with the drone and gaining valuable information.  This
mollified them.  Seven told me that she was going to call Nancy and some of
the others and ask them to come stay with me while I was out.  I agreed.

   She called them and soon Nancy, Karen, Beverly, Jana, Diane, Sharon,
Janet, Jenna, Aimee and Jasmine were headed to the Hotel.  Jonathon sent me
up a meal before my hibernation and I spent about an hour after the girls
arrived calming their nerves about what was about to happen.  Finally I lay
back down to go to sleep.

   "Jack, are you ready?" The virus asked.

   "Just a question or two.  You said that you were able to calm us during
the terminations.  Can you still calm your hosts?" I asked it.

   "Yes.  The drone still has the authority to have us calm our hosts.  If
you order it his authority isn't needed.  Do you need for me to calm you?"
It asked me.

   "Not me.  I want the women with me here to be calmed while I'm asleep if
it can be done without affecting their judgment." I told it.

   "Their judgment isn't a problem.  The process merely nullifies any
worry, it doesn't affect mental processes." It told me.

   "Very well, calm them and proceed with my tune up." I told it.  I sank
into dreamless sleep then.

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