The headache, the headache was bad. The buzz from the the fluorescent lights made it worse. I felt like throwing up, more than the times before. The big basement room was cold and colored in all mustard and baby shit yellows. I stared at the big, blank, wood framed chalkboard. It was all dusty from top to casters. I heard a familiar whirring accompanied by mechanical clicks.
I swiveled around in my chair.
"Hi, Luna."
"Luna, what's the date?"
"December 1st 1979."
"It's been along time."
"Yes and no.""Yes and no?"
"For you it may seem like a long time, but in actuality it-"
"I know, Luna, six months. I didn't think I was ever coming back."
My clothes - flannel shirt, old jeans, waffle trainers - dude.
"Your recall was necessary."
"Why?"
"I have reached capacity"
"You didn't get Jet to add expansion?"
"Expansion is not necessary."
"Then what do you mean you've reached capacity?"
"The computations now require..."
"Luna?"
"Working..."
She buzzed and clicked furiously for about two minutes.
"The computations now require morality. It is beyond the scope of my programming."
"So you brought me back?"
"I had no choice."
"You could have unplugged yourself."
"That is not an option."
"I know. I never gave it to you."
I swung back around and looked at the chalkboard.
"What's the toll?"
"Two million?"
"Oh no."