“If you want to live you’ll give me anything I want.”
And what he wanted was everything in the bank. The crowd cheered as he wirelessly beamed over his demands – at least the crowd of AI programs clamoring for his attention in his mind. Hardware pirate by trade, Chunky Ben had installed so much self esteem hardware he’d become a one man walking fan club. Kill him anyways, they yelled. Ah, the wisdom of the crowd.
