(On her terms, huh? They think back to Turing-the original Turing-and their memories of taking down Big Blue. Hadn't that phrase been used then? Machine Sapience on their terms?

Whatever. It didn't matter anyway.)

(They nod.)"Her reaction to my spraypainting them, while ridiculous, was quite touching, I suppose. I could get her there..." (Except they don't seem all that interested. As much as they'd like to stay alive, they aren't really concerned about long term protection. They're all just a bunch of fakes created by the gods anyway; how long are they even going to be kept around?) "but I want my original alive. And I want the body."

(They don't need protection. They'll exist forever as a bad memory.)