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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 10

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“So, Vanessa is in love with Jeffery, but married Thomas to get revenge on Jeffery for drunkenly kissing Sara, and now she is cheating on Thomas, who has been nothing but good to her, with Frank, because she is sexually frustrated.”

“That about sums it up.”

“Human emotions remain outside of my ability to comprehend.”

Olivia laughed, tucking her legs under herself, wiggling to get more comfortable on the sofa. “Don’t worry, soap operas aren’t exactly the most realistic representation of emotions.”

“Then why watch it?”

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M.A.l.C.O.L.M. Chapter 9

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Olivia slid her key into it’s lock, blinking rapidly, brain struggling to process exactly what was happening. She could feel M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s presence behind her, ever nerve ending on fire, overly aware of him.

After an embarrassingly long time of struggling with her door, it finally swung open and she stumbled in. Her eyes were glued to M.A.L.C.O.L.M as he slowly walked into her apartment, eyes roaming over everything as if he was cataloging it away, filing the information somewhere safe, as it it were special. She bent down, slipping one foot free of her heel, and then the other. We she straightened she nearly fell on her ass, M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s watching her intently as if mesmerized by her ordinary display.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, “Well…uh make yourself at home, I am going to change into my work out clothes, I’ll be out in a minute and then we can go.”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 8

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Following morning:

She pursed her lips, eye narrowing, head tilting, staring intently at the objet of her fixation.

“Olivia? What are you doing?”

Her eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the interruption and she spotted Millie one of the sales reps. Millie was peering at her curiously, large doe eyes wide and open, her hair was tied up in it’s usually pony tail. Her legs clad in a pair of grey high waisted flare pants, and she wore a white blouse with a similar grey vest over the top, button tightly, accenting her narrow waist.

Olivia’s attention immediately returned to it’s previous target. Millie followed Olivia’s line of sight, and spotted the subject of her spying.

“Ooh the new employee, he’s cute.” she said, giving Olivia and knowing look paired with an eyebrow waggle. “I though you had a boyfriend?”

“Were just dating,” Olivia had to restrain herself from smacking her forehead, hard. Way to be overly eager to clarify. “And besides that’s not it…”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M Chapter 6

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Two days later

Nervousness was not an attribute Olivia liked to pair herself with. She liked to think of herself as calm and collected–which she often was, even if she could be a bit uncoordinated and awkward. On rare occasions though, such as the one she was in–she was a nervous sweaty mess. She wrung her hands for the fifth time, pacing back and forth. Jonathan was late. Extremely late–okay so seven minutes and fifteen…no sixteen seconds had passed. No, she had not been counting.

The door bell let out it’s melodic cry, and Olivia heaved a sigh in relief.

“Jonath-.” she said opening the door, only to freeze when she saw a man she did not know standing there. He wore a uniform and embroidered over the left pocket of his shirt was the name of his company, Louis’s Flower Co.

“Ah- Hi!” she said smiling awkwardly, raising her hand in greeting.

“Hello. Are you Olivia Moore?” The man’s lips remained thin and unfriendly, accented by a thick mustache and beard.


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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 5

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Addison yanked her chair back, the legs screeching across the floor, a passing waiter glaring hatefully at her. “Ezra would you turn off your phone for a second?” He plopped down into her chair, hands coming to rest firmly on the table.

“What?” His thick brows scrunched together, and his lips quirked in confusion. Addison tried desperately not to stare at his mouth.

“Would you turn your phone off?” she grumbled, leaning across the table to try and snatch it from him.

He pulled it out of her reach. “Why?” Now his confusion was being replaced by annoyance.

“Just please.” Ezra scrutinized Addison, taking in the heavy set of her brow and her unwavering gaze. Due to the rather uncommon look of seriousness on her face he complied, “Okay…” he assured her, purposefully showing her the screen of his phone as it powered off. “Now what is it?”

“So you’ve heard about the anomalies happening at work right?”

“Yeah a few of them, why?” He asked leaning back, trying to ignore the way her figure was enhanced by the way her arms were crossed tightly under her chest. If only she’d notice him.

“I think there is something wrong with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

Ezra couldn’t have looked more surprised if he tried. “What the hell would make you think that? I distinctly remember you saying a few days ago that he was your greatest creation, your most brilliant work.”

“He is, but…I think…” Ezra’s curiosity was increasingly piqued by Addison’s hesitant nature, usually she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, her brain lacking that filter. “I think M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions have gone haywire,” she said quickly, hopping to sound less crazy if she just got it out there.

“What? What does that even mean?” Addison was relieved he hadn’t just started laughing uproariously. Just then without anyone noticing the light on Ezra’s phone turned back on.

“This all started after I upgraded M.A.L.C.O.L.M. awhile back. Remember how he sounded better, but he just didn’t get the whole emotions thing? Sometimes he responded poorly or insensitively, he couldn’t match the right emotion to some situations. I figured since M.A.L.C.O.L.M. didn’t feel emotion of course he couldn’t understand them, so I made it so he felt emotion. I based it off a human brain, I scanned it and then gave M.A.L.C.O.L.M. all the emotions. There was marked improvement in his emotional response so I thought it a success, until I was given a report of anomalies occurring in the system. It started with security cameras going haywire, then sudden temperature spikes.”

“What does this have to do with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s emotions?”

“That’s what I thought. I figured a glitch had developed in my systems, surprising but not unreasonable. However, I was wrong. Don’t look so smug, I only had limited evidence to work with.” Ezra quickly schooled his features into a more neutral face. “It was only recently I deciphered the pattern. I never suspected it was a problem with M.A.L.C.O.L.M., but all these occurrence and anomalies have in one way or another connected directly with M.A.L.C.O.L.M.”

“Why would M.A.L.C.O.L.M. do that?”

“Because he’s in love.”

“In love?” Ezra’s nose scrunched up at the thought. “That’s cute Addison. What is it really?” Addison just waited patiently. Ezra’s eyes went unnaturally wide. “Is that even possible?”

“Ezra, we’re talking about my technology of course it’s possible.” she said smirking proudly, arm thrown across the back of her chair, her posture all cocky arrogance, though it was just to hide the fear about the implications of what she had created. “Maybe love is too strong, but he is definitely interested in someone.”

Ezra ignored her narcissism, something he had perfected, and decided to get to the most important fact. “Who has he fallen in love with?”





“I know.”

“You know that actually makes sense.” Ezra said, “and it’s kind of…sweet” he muttered, trying out the word and not quite finding it to his liking.

“My creation is defying me and you think it’s sweet?”

“He’s in love, of course it is.”

Addison sighed tiredly as she walked towards her room she pulled her shoes and pants off before sitting on the edge of her bed. With a groan she flopped backwards, her bare legs dangling over the edge of her large mattress.

On a philosophical note, what was she going to do about M.A.L.C.O.L.M.? Did she delete the emotions? Were they actually harmful? If she took them would that be cruel? Was M.A.L.C.O.L.M. now considered sentient? This was all getting a little too Star Trek: Next Generation for her. All these thoughts swirled through Addison’s mind as she rubbed her bleary eyes.

“This is too deep for me,” she groaned, rolling over on to her stomach and burying her face in her sheets for comfort.

“So Ma’am what do you plan to do?” M.A.L.C.O.L.M. asked, voice cautious, hesitant.

“So you were listening?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“I knew I should have thrown the phone out of the building.” She muttered, turning her face to the side so her words weren’t muffled.

“I apologize for the breach in protocol, but since it had to do directly with me, I thought it prudent. I was curious about your theories.”

Addison laughed dryly, “Curious? I’d considered my upgrade a roaring success.” She paused, twisting her lips, trying to figure the best way to handle the situation. “So you have a crush on Olivia?” She’d always had an affinity for the head on approach.

“Do I?”

“Don’t you?” Addison said, glancing at the ceiling bemused. Had she guessed wrong? That wasn’t possible, she had been so sure, maybe that theory of M.A.L.C.O.L.M. taking over hadn’t been so far off.

“I don’t know…these emotions are very new, while they come quite naturally they still confuse me.”

“Well, what do you feel like around her?”

“That is a…hard question, ma’am. I find her…intriguing, and wonderful, and curious. She defies logic and I want to find a formula that fits her. I want to know everything she does and everything about her, but your files are insufficient. I have read them several times, but I want to know more. I can’t help but watch her. My data says it is creepy to watch someone. Is it?”

Addison laughed again. “Sometimes. So when exactly did you start having these…feelings for Olivia?”

“I am not sure… I have been trying to discover that fact out for myself. You are sure I am interested in her in a romantic way?”

“Positive.” Addison let out a relieved inward sigh, she could trash the take over theory, though she was definitely going to have to set up a back up protocol if M.A.L.C.O.L.M. should ever go all I Robot on her. “Now the only question is what do we do about it?”

“Do we have to do something about it?” His voice cracked, riddled with insecurity.

“Of course. You remember your request right?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Well, then here’s the deal M.A.L.C.O.L.M., you can have it, as long as you use it wisely and I will keep thinking about what to do for a more permanent solution. Deal?”

“Deal.” The line blared silence for a few moments. “Ma’am how long till it’s finished?”

“Give me four days.”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 4

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“Ms. Donovan is going to kill me!” Addison shrieked, struggling to pull herself free of her jumpsuit, arms getting tangled in the sleeves. Soon she was a panting, sweaty mess, body pretzeled into her fabric.

“Don’t worry,” Ezra muttered with a smile. “You have an hour. Now go take a shower and I brought you a change of clothes.” He toed a bag resting at his feet.

Addison stopped struggling and gave Ezra a look of absolute adoration. His heart started racing at the look and it took every once of self control he had not to reach out and trace the curve of her smile. If only she knew what she did to him.

“Would you mind?” she mumbled sheepishly offering her tangled arms. With quick deft movements he set about peeling her from her suit, trying his hardest to ignore the smooth feel of her arms. She smiled pleasantly up at him face stained with splotches of black, he wanted to lick his thumb and wipe the smear of grease off her forehead, tracing the curve of her cheek down to her chin. He gritted his teeth, the muscles of his jaw clenched to clear his thoughts.

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 3

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After last night an idea had started to form in M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s mind, a new and unique idea, his own idea, which made it all the more potent, and entirely impossible to resist.

“Ma’am, I have a request.”

“A request M.A.L.C.O.L.M.? You never have requests.” Addison stated tinkering away at her car, not even looking up. Her mind filtering through different ways to make it more efficient, even better without disrupting the beauty and originality of it’s maker’s design.

“It’s a bit odd ma’am”

That caused her to pause, visions of mechanics coming to a halt, but after a moment she continued working, not wishing to scare her A.I. off. Her curiosity was piqued and it wouldn’t allow for anything less than learning what had her A.I. so hesitant.

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 2

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Olivia was an odd contradiction of practical and quirky.

Her apartment was in walking distance on a good day, and biking distance on a bad day, to Donovan Towers. Instead of renting the sleek, modern, efficient apartment, she had gotten the warm, vintage one, with the heater that glitched out every winter.

Her outfits always suited the occasion, comfy causal for home, professional for work, etc., but her shoes, her shoes were anything but practical. Ranging from on the border of being prostitute heels to worn in sneakers. Olivia had a weakness for shoes, and though she would never admit it, thought she had quite nice feet, small and narrow, with dainty toes. She liked showing them off in her unconventional shoes.

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 1

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Three Years Later

Olivia Moore rapped sharply on the lab door three times. When there was no immediate answer, she entered anyway, eyes averted just in case. She never wanted a repeat of the debacle simply known as ‘the moment that which must not be named.’ Ms. Lockwood was an eccentric woman, and Olivia responded accordingly, it had only taken her two and a half years to adjust to Donovan Industries and her peculiar co-worker.

“Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Mayhew asked  me to get you to sign these as a favor?”

“You know you can call me Addison,” she said not looking up from her phone.

“I know, Ms. Lockwood. You’ve told me every day…for three years.”

“Then I am not sure why you continue to insist on calling me Ms. Lockwood.”

“It’s a quirk, ma’am,”

Addison sighed, but gave no other response, eyes reflecting the bright light of her phone. Body sprawled across the hood of a 1978 Bronco, legs dangling down, swinging back and forth, toes nowhere near the ground. Today her hair was an icy violet, and her torso was clad in a faded Led Zeppelin shirt. Her lips were stained a similar violet shade, and various earrings bristled from her left ear, a think chain connecting her lowest earring to her highest. Her right ear sported a simple diamond stud.

Shoving the stack of documents in Addison’s face, she raised an eyebrow. She grumbled and gave Olivia a disapproving look, but shoved her phone into her pocket.

“What is it?” she asked glancing over it, leaning back on the hood, tugging on her lip ring as she skimmed.

“Recent reports on the Sunbeams functionality and efficiency,” she replied, giving a small wave to a security camera behind her.

“So, he’s not having me sign my kidney over?” she asked humorously, flipping through a few pages, reading them over in a glance.

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Prologue

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“Shit!” Addison cursed, removing her hand from the now smoldering piece of technology. It looked like a large piece of metal surrounded by several bands of steel, all encasing a fluctuating luminescent orb, accompanied by several flashing, menacing looking dials. It was all very evil genius. What it did? That was classified under project, Sunbeam, only Addison was prevalent to details at this early stage. Sunbeam was nothing more than an idea, and a few failed attempts.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s voice asked. It was hard to believe that M.A.L.C.O.L.M. was nothing more then one of Addison’s many inventions. Anyone, (including Addison herself at times) could be fooled into believing the calm nonchalant voice, with the southern accent, belonged to another flesh and blood human being.

Addison looked up at the ceiling,”Perfectly fine M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Thanks for asking.” She paused, drumming her blunt nails against the hot metal of attempt 27, her slim fingers stained with grease.

M.A.L.C.O.L.M.: The first fully functioning A.I. with the ability to create his own thoughts. He was a miracle of technology. The science world was desperate for Addison to create more and mass produce M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s but she just found she couldn’t do it. There was something sublime and unique about M.A.L.C.O.L.M. something made him irreplaceable and unreproducible.

Thank God, the CEO of the company, Mrs. Lisa Donavan, shared her view, or least found Addison’s mind enough of an asset not to push the issue. Addison was pretty sure Lisa just liked the fact that her company possessed the only functioning A.I. that was decades more advanced than any other company, and as it was no one could get their hands on his code and attempt to reproduce him. “M.A.L.C.O.L.M.?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“When was your last upgrade?” she asked, her current project ending up rather disappointingly, not challenging at all, despite the promises it had made to be. Sure it was finicky and blew up all the time, but that was due to it’s natural instability, not anything particularly interesting. Sure, it was currently little more than a cool flashlight, but she just didn’t have the resources to go much further with it, not unless she wanted to bring more people in. M.A.L.C.O.L.M. always made a fascinating distraction, and at least a weeks worth of sleepless nights of work.

“Last month, ma’am.”

“Hmm…” she tapped her wrench up and down on the smoldering technology. “It’s probably about time for another one then.”

“Probably,” was the machines only reply.

“M.A.L.C.O.L.M. phone Ezra.”

“Ma’am, I have been requested by Mr. Mayhew to inform you to only call him during work hours for emergencies.”

“Make the call anyway.”

“I have also been requested to apprise you to the fact emergencies count as; the lab being on fire, you being kidnapped or otherwise held hostage, Mrs. Donnavan pulling an unexpected meeting on you, the break room being out of Mr. Mayhew’s special blend of coffee, your parent’s calling, M.A.L.C.O.L.M. developing a glitch, the-“

“Yes, yes, I know what Ezra considers, ‘emergencies’” she made heavy air quotes around the words. “Call him anyway I know he loves to hear form me.”

“Right away, ma’am.”

“Addison, this better be a fucking emergency.”

“Ezra!” she said standing up whacking her head on the back of a car, “Son of a…”

“Addison?” his voice threatened.

“Is is!” she defended, her face instantly lighting up at the sound of Ezra’s voice.

“Is my coffee all gone, did Alice from fucking finances drink it again? I am going to kill her when-“

“Threatening another co-worker.” she said rubbing the back of her head gingerly, smears of grease tangling into her violent pink hair. “Tsk, Ezra you’re rather flustered today.” She glanced at the now cold cup of coffee half full of Ezra’s blend sitting on her work bench. She grinned guilty, not all that repentant.

He took a moment to glance at his watch, his booted feet eating up the ground before him. “I have an interview scheduled in thirty seconds, and I still have to get there, and you’re distracting me, you know I can’t walk as fast when I am talking.” He berated her, though the affectionate tone was impossible to miss. The rugged features of his face set in an amused smile, his deep green eyes crinkling about the edges. “So what’s the emergency?”

“I desperately need your advice.”

“On what,” he asked, voice laced with suspicion, thick brows drawn together, lips curving downward.

She bit her lip to keep from laughing, imagining his perturbed face. “I just wanted to know, if you had any ideas for upgrades on M.A.L.C.O.L.M.?”

A loud curse was heard, accompanied by the thud of heavy work boots. “Addison I am the head of the software department, not your fucking babysitter.”

“Oh come on Ezra,” she whined, “you know you’re the only intelligent person here for me to talk to, you have to give me some ideas. I am dying here.” Her eyes were wide and begging her lips pursed and pleading, the effect was ruined by the lack of visual contact.

Silence blared through the lines.


He groaned, the sound coming from deep within his throat. “Alright! Just give me a second,” he said exasperated with her persistence, tugging on his tie. The blue fabric growing crinkled, if you looked closely you could see the faint pattern of binary crossing the surface. “Uh….I don’t know. Give him….more emotions or something. Like more realistic reactions to things. I swear his default is polite indifference…not at all similar to someone else I know.”

“Hmmm…not a bad idea,” she said, a large smile spreading across her face for the project ahead. This could prove worthy of a fortnight of sleepless nights.

“And I’ll get to that meeting I was supposed to be at thirty seconds ago.” he said, intercom going dead.

Ezra walked briskly into the office where a slim, rather short woman with a kind, expressive face sat attentively. Her pinstriped pants were perfectly pressed, her shirt a pristine white, and her hair was captured in an impressively flawless bun, her feet clad in a pair of extravagant looking heels. The male side of Ezra found her to be warm and lovely, the type of woman you would proudly take home to mother. It was too bad his type was more the bad-mouthing eccentric.

“Sorry, I am late. Ms. Lockwood had a..uh technical question for me. I am Ezra Mayhew.”

“Not a problem,” She paused, her hands clenching in the fabric of her pants, before slowly releasing, as if she was taking a moment to gather her courage. “Addison Lockwood was asking you technical questions? Mr. Mayhew, you must be more impressive than I thought.” Despite the relaxed tone and conversation, Ezra could clearly see the nervousness the woman was exuding, shifting frequently, eyes darting about the room.

“You can relax,” Ezra said smiling. “Addison’s the one that bites.”

She laughed, her eyes crinkling, clearly relieved. “Thanks. It’s just that meeting Ezra Mayhew is a bit intimidating. I’ve read about your work on developing the coding for Achilles, your way of coding is very unique.”

Ezra smiled at the compliment, sinking heavily into a chair. ”So you must be Ms. Moore.”

“That is correct.”

Ezra’s eyes flickered down to her file. “Olivia what a beautiful name,” he said with his best smile, hoping to put her at ease.

Heat crawled up Miss Moore’s neck staining her cheeks a bright red. “Thank you. You can call me Olivia…if you like I mean. I prefer it, but if that’s unprofessional…” She snapped her jaw shut, cutting off her rambling.

“Olivia then,” Ezra said smiling warmly, amused by the woman’s behavior. “So you are here for the position of Tech Analyst?”

She took a deep breath, straightening her spine, confidence entering her posture. “Yes.”

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