Smith, back in blackness

John Smith wandered about inside the vast recesses of the Blue Dwarf AI core.
His badly damaged mind filtered the electronic synapses of the vast
brain back to him as best as it knew how, but that really offered
little comfort, considering its past attempts at even remembering its
own identity.
The core used to be a whole lot more cramped, what with Holly's
massive IQ and all, but now...
Well now it was more like a huge warehouse with half an inch of dust
on the wall and wires hanging from the ceiling.
Smith wandered over to what his mind had represented to him as a
standard, somewhat archaic payphone.
Smith contemplated calling someone, but had no idea of who to call.
Smith contemplated some more, and found he had no idea of anything whatsoever.
Smith finally decided to try the phone.
It was an ancient rotary dial phone, with the dial hanging on by a few
loose wires connecting it to the housing. Picking up the reciever in
one hand, the dial in the other, Smith turned to dial.
"What to dial?", he said to himself...
He finally settled on 666, just for the hell of it.
Any ordinary man would have been astonished to hear someone pick up at
the other end, but this was John Smith, Blue Dwarf Security Guard,
Fugitive from the Nice Young Men In Thier Clean White Coats, and
(although he did not remember), the original inventor of the microwave
oven.
Smith pressed the earpiece to the side of his head.
"Niples. Seymour Niples."
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