For some reason, Wil exuded energy when I asked him to stand in for Phillip. It was not until I started running an organization that I understood why CEOs and top executives got secretaries. When you have so many things to manage, it could be quite overwhelming.
'Why doesn't {compute} help me in that regard I wonder.'
[My lord, if you actually used some of the brains you have for tasks, you wouldn't even need a secretary. But since you use all of them to stalk your harem like an obsessed lunatic, the extra brain power was naturally rendered pointless.]
"..."
'Exa, I somehow feel that you are starting to get really snarky lately. What happened to my oh so kind and hardworking AI?'
[She probably died of a brain aneurysm trying to explain the nuances of Hellsgate to a five-year-old].
"Pfft...Hahahahahaha!"
"My lord?"
Finding Exa's jabs entertaining, I asked Wil to lead me into meeting room three.
