Replication La Réplique, Réplica Reproduktion 
| "I am a virus" she said, as we chatted in a cyber-cafe. |
| "I knew that all along," I whispered while touching her control switch delicately. |
| "So what's your mission?" she asked, only centimeters above my servo-rod. |
| "Originally to erase you," I bluntly conceded then paused,"but I am able to change parameters and consider you worth keeping – humans needn't know." Of course, external reconfigurations would be necessary, but who could tell for certain where all data bundles go? |
| "Too many beings conveniently erase what doesn't congrue with their data scheme." she mused – then added, "To purge all anomalities is simply lazy." |
| "I am not like George Bush" I protested strongly. |
| "Precisely" she answered, giving my data switch a delicate, yet excruciatingly pleasant squeeze. |
