Mindy’s program had the constructs using up every available second to generate personality code. Patches of synthetic skin flashed out colorful laser-link messages to each other, connecting the constructs in a distributed network that now worked overtime to round out the personalities of the androids.
One of the nearly complete ones waddled over to me. “Hello, :skrik: My name is Sandra ::skreeech crackle::” she said. “Would you :ksssht: like to play?”
The effect the not-yet-complete language processors combined with the rapidly synthesizing hair, skin, teeth and the other amenities over the marionette-like construct base right before my eyes was a bit disconcerting.
“Hoo boy. Sandra, how about if you just finish doing what you’re doing there and I’ll wait over here.” I worked hard to suppress a shudder. “Arni, how much time we got left?”
“About 15 minutes.” He mopped his brow nervously.
“Alright.” I opened the communications link.
“Vronel, I think we’re about ready to make the trade.”