Conversation from Resurrection Code

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A conversation between multiple people (one male, one AI, one female) from the book Resurrection Code, from the AngeLINK series by Lyda Morehouse. The POV character is an aging hacker who created the AI, Page, in his brain, and has been friends with the woman, Deidre, for decades.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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all the kids sub vocalize these days. You know, it's Deidre, she's come to join me at the cafe. You should learn. I shrug. I'm not sure why she agreed to tag along on my little sojourn to the homeland. Maybe the heat is good for her hip joints to, or maybe it's because Michael's AWOL again off to heaven or wherever he goes. And the only apparent perk of being the mother of the messiah is that she returns your link, text now and then. Why I let her come while that one's easy. I'm a sucker for a pretty face and size six Andy's, no matter how old we both are. Her hair like mine now has a lot of gray. The whiter than blonde bits have come in wiry and wild and somehow even more, I just rolled out of bed looking. It still turns me on intensely like her eyes which always seemed to be scanning for the criminal element that just lurks behind my own. Don't you start on my age as well. I can kick both your *****. I say I wouldn't count on it. She's still packing heat. Page uses my eye to highlight the silhouette of the colder steel hidden under dangerous light linen blazer. Cool. Do you do X ray vision to Sure, but I doubt you'll find it very tantalizing. He shows me her bones and a soft outline of skin and flesh mostly blurred by layers of clothes. He's right, Not very sexy, except in a medical thriller sort of way. When my vision returns, it's too dangerous scowling face all these years and you're still looking for a peep show. I smile impishly and shrug. I'm officially a dirty old man. You're officially irritating.