"False?" I question. "Stupid thing doesn't work yet." "Ask it another question," my friend pipes up. I turn. "When did you get here?" "Just then. But try it!" I turn back and ask another question. "I am female." "True," it answers. I nod. That one was right. "My name is...Sandra," I say. "False." "My name is Annie." "True." "Everything else works!" I say. "What is wrong with you?" "Maybe you're not human," my friend suggests. "Impossible. What else would I be?" KL
@Fernando Manaloto [Submited by: harryhadouken Reports of Agent Coulson’s death were exaggerated for the purposes of a “team-building exercise” for the Avengers Initiative. As such, all speculations about Agent Coulson being a clone/zombie/robot/alternate-universe-duplicate/whatever must cease immediately. He’s fine Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are asked to stop taking tissue samples for the purposes of testing for clone degeneration or synthetic skin. It wasn’t funny the first time.]
I gamed often then. One day some guys in suits came to my house. or apartment. Then asked me to come with them. I was in a private jet with about 40 others and there were more jets around us. We were all gamers.