Apathy Jack writes:
Nightingale’s Lament by Simon R Green
“Hold everything,” I said sternly. “A disturbing thought has just occurred to me. Who’s looking after things in my expensive new Nightside office, while you’re out cavorting and carousing in dubious drinking establishments?”
“Ah,” said Cathy, grinning. “I got a really good deal on some computers from the future. They practically run the whole business on their own, these days. They can even answer the phone and talk snotty to our creditors.”
“Just how far up the line did these computers come from?” I said suspiciously. “I mean, are we talking Artificial Intelligence here? Are they going to want paying?”
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