“Are you sure you wanna do this?” said the computer. It was the twentieth time Ali asked and each time he phrased it differently. Something told Nina he was actually enjoying it. He sounded way too cheerful for an AI locked up in the Pure Alliance Compliance Centre, the infamous PACC. The occupants preferred to call it Pisspot Asylum Crushing Citizenry. That was the mild version.
“Are you sure it is the right course of action?” or he was testing her anger treshold.
“Shut up Ali.” she said, gritting her teeth and typing furiously.
“You are playing with the Universe, Nina.” Ali wouldn’t give up.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” of course she was playing with the Universe. That was the only way to get out of this shithole.