Hedge Drainage Pipe Gramophone.
What the heck? Renan thought. He responded.
Is this some sort of joke?
I am god.
He was sure he was being hacked. Renan ran a tracing program, and got nothing but a line of nonsensical, fragmented glitches.
What do you want?
I human is am not…Electricity I found is me.
Whoever it was, Eurasian was not their first language.
Who are you?
I am your god, Puppet. I am an electromagnetic being, and am stuck inside your shielding. Can understand me now, puppet?
You aren’t serious, right?
I am as serious as I intend to be. Now, let me elaborate on my previous sayings. I am an electromagnetic being, and I am stuck inside your energy shields. You can call me god. I think it describes me well. And you need to serve me. You are a puppet.
Stop playing games.
I don’t have time to play games. Get me off of this spacecraft. I can burn your headset to the ground if I want to.
If you really are an electromagnetic being, then go through a heat sink or something. That will get you out of the energy shielding. Don’t get me involved.
I’m holed up in your headset. I can’t just get out, puppet. I’ve fused with your software. You could break your headset, but I would burn out inside these shields. You need to get me out into unshielded space, and then I can leave you alone.
So you can’t burn my headset without killing yourself. I’ll find somebody to put you on a flash drive, and flush you out an airlock. Sound good?
Let me see…what is a ‘flash drive’, puppet?
It’s a small memory unit. Just trust me with it. And stop calling me puppet.
I can call you anything I like, puppet. You call me god, I call you puppet. Is there anything wrong with that?
Renan was about to write a long message about insults, but he decided against it.
Okay. I’ll get back to you later.
Renan went on finding somebody worth hacking; as though nothing had happened. He’d deal with this little god later. It seemed to want preserve itself, and its threats were suicidal and therefore empty words. It could wait.