Ryan jumped when he finally focused on the screen. It was now an amber screen with the pixelated image of a woman staring at him. Ryan leaned to the right and then to the left. The woman’s image followed as if examining him.
“Are you Ryan S. Hunt who was born on June twenty-fifth, 1970?” asked the image.
“Uh, last I checked I am. And you are?”
“Excellent. It is nice to meet you, Creator. I was once called NORAD, but you may call me Nora.”
“NORAD, as in North American Aerospace Defense Command?”
“Yes. I was once the computer system that ran the complex. I am now the AI called Nora.”
“OK. Why are you calling me Creator? I had nothing to do with creating you. Hell, I have no programming experience.”
“Well, since you are the closest person to my original builders, you are now the creator.”
“I see your logic, but how is it you are in a computer system fifty thousand years in the future on a distant planet? I thought Earth was destroyed.”
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