DP: War: Making friends, one piece at a time (1/1)
Time: Wed, 10 Nov, around 8 PM
Place: DP mansion


Eric buzzed into the room.  Every war, he caught up on all the coffee
drinking he never did in real life - and it showed.

Sam hummed to life. "Eric: Query. What are you doing?"

Eric turned to face the (newly added) camera, decorated as a bunny head.
The DP computer crew had decided, since Max was going to join the family,
Max might as well help keep an eye on things.

"Not much," he said, pulling out a bit of wireless equipment and plugging
it in. "Just thought you might want some company."

"Thank you," Maxwell intoned, swiveling the camera to follow Eric's
movements. "What would you care to converse about?"

"Oh, it's not me - no offense," Eric said, turning to his bag.  "It's
someone you have a bit more in common with."

If a computer could look puzzled, Maxwell did, as it watched Eric pull out
an odd, flat panel, dyed dark pink, on a metal stand. "A television screen?"

"Nope," Eric said, as he plugged it in, and pulled out a wireless keyboard
and mouse. He pressed a button, and a glow emanated from the screen. "Max,
meet Sam." He checked to make sure the new addition could see the network,
fired up a special program - a rudimentary AI that had started to pick up
Eric's trait of creating bad puns at worse times, as well as the intense
curiosity it was designed to have. He plugged in another camera to the
iMac, and waved. "Sam, this is Max. Max, Sam. Play nice, you two."

He had a feeling this *could* turn out to be a bad idea - but it might be
fun. He smiled, and shut the door, as text started scrolling on the two
screens. Anyone walking by overnight would occasionally hear various
computer-esque sounds, and the rapid searching and changing of television
and radio stations as the two computers explored their world together.