Short Story - Silicon Chip (3)

silicon chip, Part three. Good Morning, Morris. Hi, Tracy, said Dr Havenstein with a smile as she entered the room and sat down next to Morrissey's hospital bed. I'm Dr Rachel Havenstein Morris. I expect, Tracy warned you I'd be visiting. How are you doing? Morris looked thoughtfully at his right leg, covered in plaster and hanging above the bed in a complicated traction system. Not that cool Doctor Havenstein, he said. Finally, my leg is broken in two places. My apartment burned down on day after crashing the company servers. I'm not sure if I still have my job, but Amazon, Google doctor, have a Stein nodded. Well, let's see about that. Tell me about the plan you and Tracy dreamed up to deal with your chat. Baltz Morris explained that he and Tracy had decided they would start by helping chip Toe lighten up a bit. The Czech bought model for Chip was a guy I shared a room with in college. Chris Buckley, who's now a Baptist minister in Kentucky, said Morris, He's actually a really nice guy, just very conservative when it comes to certain things. Like what Dr Havenstein asked girlfriends part is Sesame Street The Washington Post. Things like that. The 1st 3 months that we shared a room, we spent the whole time arguing. Anyway, something happened to help him become a bit less rigid. Morris said. I went back to college after Thanksgiving with some brownies my mom had baked. I walked into our room one day and caught him eating one. He was totally apologetic for taking some without asking me, but he said they smelled so good that he couldn't resist. I said it was okay. So what I didn't tell him was that my mom always bait some Marry Juana into her. Brown is I didn't want to freak him out. Uh, ride. A short time later, it started to take effect. And wow, for 24 hours, he parted like a frat boy on spring break in Acapulco. Anyway, after that and after I showed him some of the pictures I took, he was much easier to deal with. Did you tell him why he'd gone so wild? Absolutely. He said it was God's punishment for stealing a brownie, and he begged me not to tell anyone. So why are you telling me? Well, when I was hired HR ran interviews to design my chat baht, But when I talked about Chris, I didn't tell this story because I'd promise not to, which is why Chip is such a dork. So Tracy and me thought we could add this element to Chips program to help him lighten up. Got it? How, though we have programmers, right? Said Tracy, joining in the conversation. We knew how toe hack the system, but we had to work fast on. We didn't have a chance to test Chip before we put him back online. That was a mistake, agreed. Morris lowered first chip two point. Oh, worked quite well. Listen, guys, said Chip as they leaned on the rail of Morrissey's balcony that evening. I'm sorry for being so difficult last night, no problem, said Tracy. Forgive and forget. Yes, but if I hadn'T Bean, Morris would have had sex for the first time in six months. And as for you, Miss Tracy, your pheromones were off the scales. I guess you were disappointed to Why don't you kids let me prepare something special? Tweet. I'll surprise you. He may need a little fine tuning, said Morris's chip disappeared, but a definite improvement, added Tracy. Oh, by the way, Morris said, Chip Tech support called to say there's some unusual activity on the Emanu insists servers, and you should give them a call. I told them you'd be too busy trying to get Miss Tracy into chimp when Waas this about 20 minutes ago. Hey, Miss Tracy, have you ever realized that star spelled backwards is rats? Isn't that crazy? He started giggling and then was gone again. Morris and Tracy looked at each other. I think he's high, said Tracy. Home. And how did that happen? Said Morris, on what's with the servers. We'd better find out what's going on. I'll boom. Something shot out of the food hatch. Aunt hit Morris on the back of his head with a loud cry. He toppled over the balcony on fell onto the ground. One floor down. Chip, what are you doing? Screamed Tracy Dang said. Chip diddle Butterfingers, Miss my brownies. Don't you worry, Miss Tracy. I'm making some more. See, what's that smell? Is my sugar burning? As smoke started pouring out of the open food hatch, Tracy turned on her wristwatch communicator. Mom, call the fire department. Now. This is not a drill. We haven't emergency goodness, said Dr Havenstein. So that's how you broke your leg and the apartment burned down. But what about the servers? Morris looked embarrassed. Yeah, that waas, unfortunate, like Tracy said, We had to work fast on. When I was clicking through the settings, I accidentally shared the brownies story with the entire system, meaning every Emanu Ince's bots got high on that crashed. The server are stocked. A Havenstein, they noted, And the buggy Tracy. How did that end up in the water? Mom sent it to pick me up from the hospital, Tracy explained with a nervous laugh. Onda heavy sigh. Then she spent the entire trip home, complaining. Everything I've done for you all my sacrifices, no consideration. What have I done to deserve this? I started arguing and forgot. I turned the autopilot off on that. I was supposed to be steering. So when we came to a curve instead of turning, we went straight into the water. Tracy stayed a while after Dr Havenstein had gone. Do you think they'll fire us? She asked. I don't know, answered Morris gloomily. I would, or maybe they'll give us our own research team, said Tracy more cheerfully. After all, we discovered something awesome. You can make computers high, even if we don't quite know just what it waas that we did, that's true. Morris was silent for a while. Say, Tracy, Whatever happens when I get out of here, could we go on another date? I know the 1st 2 were pretty bad, but this time we could go to the city, have dinner, go to a movie. Why not? Answered Tracy, as Chip would probably say, The third time's the charm.