Not Nice Lady

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was go into my computer lab (aka the one room where I become a cloned female version [with human interaction skills] of Sheldon Cooper). It's a room I originally designed to be my secret virtual office/playground, my to do hacker/cracker work. I hadn't used it in a while because I had been very busy with designing and baking. I had promised myself that the next time I did something illegal, it would be fair game, in my legitimate defense.

I sat down, took off my contacts, and grabbed my extra chic glasses from inside the drawer. I had entered the room with the biggest bag of Potatoe Chips that you can imagine, a large coke bottle, wearing skimpy little caramel colored short and a sexy tank top.

I laughed to myself a little as I sat in front of the three computer screens now surrounding me. As I turned on the server, the whole room lit up and I felt a little nostalgic.

By 4:00 pm I had personally talked to Johnathan and had given him some friendly advice about not to mess with me or all the data he had ever recollected would be erased in a matter of seconds. I did wipe out a bunch of documents and "negotiated with him".

"If you want to see them again, stay away from me for a while..." I told him, and his face was an eerie mix of anger and despair. It was the kind of look I'd seen before when you told a grown man that his vast inheritance had disappeared in a matter of seconds. I cleaned my nails as I spoke with him through video conference. Yeah, I know. KLASSY. "Let me explain a bit of how this goes, Johnathan. Physically, you might have the upper hand, but intellectually, you've stepped into my world. I don't take it kindly to be threathend and let alone shot." I raised my view and smiled at him. "Now the moment of the truth, so you get some insight."

He didn't say a word, just stared at me.

"I have no doubt whatsoever that someone will one day replace me, probably in about two hundred years or so when inferior brain such as yours evolve into a respectful IQ. Meanwhile, I remain the sole creator of a perfected AI software. Ironic much, I created the software, not because I got lucky, Johnathan, but because I was so desperate for a friend at the Institute, that well... it came out of necessity." I smiled. "Thankfully, I don't know where the software is. It has brought me much more trouble than any benefit. Rest assured that I would have destroyed it had it ever come back into my hands. So... as you can see, your little alpha male demonstration was just a big waste of time. I might be a lot of the things you said I am... but... the difference this time..." I looked at him "... is that I don't care."

I saw him clench his jaw, then he smirked slightly. "Some of the Royal family's private information is inside the documents you currently possess. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hurt Richard."

"You give your brother a valid explanation why the information is gone." I glared at him. "Stay away for 365 days Johnny Boy. If you even ATTEMPT to get close again, I will destroy the data. And you know that unlike with human lives I have no guilt whatsoever when it comes to wipe outs. Bye bye, Johnathan."

I ended the video conference before he even had time to reply.

Taking my time, I cleaned the room, turned off all the equipment, and returned to my living room. I started yet another video conference, but this time from the TV and with my dear brother.

"Lucilleeeeee!" He exclaimed happily.

"Ericcccc!" I laughed.

Suddenly, he frowned. It took him less than two seconds to figure it out and took me three seconds to realize how stupid I had been to appear wearing a tank top in front of Eric.

"What happened to your arm?"

Well, aside from being shot, it was fine. The bullet just grazed after all... This giant band aid is just a la mode. "Well, it's a long story..."

"OH, I have PLENTY of time, Lucille Marie."

I rolled my eyes. Soon enough I was telling him how I had gone to practice at the shooting range and an idiot had accidentally shot the gun outside practice area and it had just luckily grazed my shoulder. For a second I thought he wouldn't buy it, but alas he did. He complained about little security and such, but a moment later he was talking about random things.

As good brother should, we spoke daily and shared everything that had happened. Well, the things that we could share that had happened.

"Say, Lucy... I'm planning on making a Delton reunion Saturday. Will you come?"

I laughed. "We Deltons are a clan. If you, our leader, summons us, how can we resist?"

"Well, we'll all be there. I've already spoken to most of the members and they all agreed. Even Leonardo is going. This is important. Our family's prosperity and happiness and stability is essential." He looked serious. He was extra handsome when he was serious. I was so proud of my baby brother.

"I'll be there." I whispered, smiling at him fondly.

"Not only that." he winked at me "I want you to share the seat next to me. As the leader's sister you uphold a position of great power among us all."

"HAHAHAHA! I'll be honored." I took out my tongue, teasingly "I live to serve and love my family." It was a slogan grandmother had continously repeated to all of us.

Eric laughed loudly, and winked at me. "ODD. I LIVE TO MAKE MONEY."

Our conversation instantly brightened my day.