It's really not funny, but Karen lets out a faint laugh anyway, smile still fixed in place. "You know, you're lucky I like you so much," she says, not stopping to give any thought to the words before they've left her mouth. "Because that seriously sounds like the plot of a science fiction movie." From anyone else, she'd probably hesitate to believe something so elaborate, that a computer system that intelligent could actually exist. Technology is capable of a hell of a lot these days, but that's another story. She trusts John, though, and knows he wouldn't be making up something like this. There would be no reason to.

Besides, while the machine in question may not have come here with him and Harold, she supposes the idea of it is something she should get used to if she's going to be working with them. She's seen far too much to hold on to that sort of skepticism, anyway.

"It's lucky you had that kind of help, though."