Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fu...k, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I stared at the abomination between my legs. "Look, Angie, I'm really sorry, but I'm. At least your here now. All present and correct. Let’s go!” Come on you sodding emo couple, get up! Ooh, best wait until Sam’s walked past me. He’s grinning, oh hell he noticed didn’t he... What’s he stopped for? Eek, my hands came dangerously close to his ass then! It’s a very firm looking one at that... Oh get real Jonny; you’re never going to stand a chance.Oh no... It can’t be! The sole driver can’t be that exact same short fat balding Indian bloke with an eternal frown and a smoking. “OK, Todd how about you join me. I think between us, Wilson and the AI we can handle this.”“Sure, sir. Lead the way!”Hmm, I wondered if my XO was starting to pick up Army sayings now.Todd and I made our way to a transporter station and were soon aboard the Oxford. PFC Wilson was in the conn, working with the ship’s AI that currently was managing everything, including navigation. It was probably doing just as well as the whole crew would have done. All Wilson had to do was tell the AI what the. We usually just take a random sample of the customers each quarter, but I think we need to do more so we can nip things in the bud.”“What about the dozen or so clients who have dropped maintenance?” Elyse asked.“Those would be the ones to worry about,” Cindi said. “But I’ve talked to all of them in the past couple of months. They’re basically happy with the software and they just didn’t feel the need to pay for support or our quarterly patches.”“It might not be a bad idea to offer them an.