'All of this is neat, Steven, but won't they be coming for us soon? Shouldn't we try to escape?' She pulled her flimsy oversized shirt tighter around her and reacted as though she were still cold. Of course she was, she was basically naked and the perky attributes of her breasts suggested she was either very excited or freezing to death. She was also covered in chill bumps from head to toe.
Tatiana was absolutely right; they would be coming for us.
'I don't know, I'll check,' I told her.
Are the other aliens aware of our coup yet? I asked the SuperAgent.
Yes. He replied.
Why haven't they come for us?
They are trying.
Why haven't they succeeded?
I will not talk to them and only I can open the door to this room, for now.
How long until they get in here?
Five minutes and seven seconds.
How many of them?
Eleven.
'Listen Tatiana, there are eleven more of these alien things outside the room trying to get to us. Since I am controlling the computer they can't get in. But the computer says they will get in in less than five minutes from now.'
'Can't the computer help us, Steven?'
'It doesn't work that way. The damned thing will only do what you tell it to. It doesn't offer advice.'
'Then tell it to stop the aliens, please.' Tatiana looked at me and then around the room watching for an invasion.
'I didn't think of that. Hold on.'
Is there a way that you could kill the aliens without harming us?
I am not programmed thus.
How about just sucking them out into space?
That is one way perhaps, but a hole must be made in the spacecraft which could not be repaired easily.
Even with the nanomachines?
The hull is made of a special material built from condensed matter that takes time for the nanomachines to construct. It would take time.
How much time?
Two months, three weeks, four days . . .
Okay, I get the idea. We would be stuck in here for that time right?
Yes.
I don't like that, but keep it in mind as a last resort.
Okay.
How about just killing them with the nanomachines?
They can neutralize the nanomachines.
Damn, if I only had a gun!
Please refine that statement.
Could you make a gun for me that has more than eleven shots?
Yes.
How long would it take?
It depends on what type of gun you desire.
Give me the information of all handheld man-made guns you know how to make. A few seconds later, I had a catalog of firearms that would make the NRA jealous in my head, and, in addition, I knew everything about them.
Make me two MP5s, fully-loaded, with two extra magazines each. And teach Tatiana how to use one.
Okay.
The small machine guns appeared on the floor between us. I grabbed one and set it on three-round-burst mode and handed it to Tatiana. 'I take it you know how to use this?'
'Odd, yes I do,' she said.
'Tatiana, listen, we can fight them now, or let the computer kill them. But, if the computer kills them we are
