Guy slowly pumped the brakes on the van, squinting out through the windshield. Was that a figure on the side of the road? Pulling up to the kerb, he shuffles over to the passenger seat, getting a closer look while not leaving his van.

Glancing both ways down the street, he opens the door and climbs out. Reaching down, he turns the figure over. It seems to be a child sized doll, expensive by the looks of it. With a shrug he turns it over and hits hard reset, maybe it can tell him where it belongs.

As the tiny frame jerks to life, a garbled, monotone voice begins talking immediately. "Thought says run Memory run Memory run Memory run Memory r- sszzsszst." The head turns to look at him, eyes unfocused. "Data summary. Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour."

Guy opens his mouth, unsure of how to respond but the voice continues, "Data summary. Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. Data summary. Pearls melt in vinegar. G. G. Geh." The android trails off, looking quizzically at Guy. At a loss for what to say, he just sticks with what he originally meant to ask. 

"Uh, where are you from? Are you lost?"

"This data is security level Alpha. Data summary. Sunderland Place, basement level 2, Department 7. Doctor Meyer made Sentience to help him, and Sentience made Thought and Memory to hide itself. Michael Hamraz, James Aspin and  Luke Harris took Thought."

Flabbergasted, Guy falls back until he is sitting on the road, back against the van. The doll must be broken, or crazy. "You're Meyer's AI? How did you get out here?"

Memory recounts the tale, emotionlessly but in depth. When it is finished, Guy's eyes are burning with interest. 

"Memory, will you tell me more about your origins? I can help you find, um, Thought." He finishes lamely. 

 As Guy follows Memory's silent path through the den of sleeping Midnighters, suddenly a door opens, and a pair step out, right in front of Memory.  Memory continues unfazed past the two, who don't seem to notice its passage, and into a back hallway.  The two men do notice Guy, though.

"Hey!  The hell!?" curses the smaller one with the goggles and earbuds.  "Who the fuck are you?"

The large man clenches his fists in eager anticipation, and while most of the Midnighters remain asleep, one nearby wraps a meaty mit around Guy's leg.

"I axed you a question, bitch!" 

 "Doll?" the smallest one asks.  "Are you high?  Lemmy, search his stuff."

Lemmy proceeds to turn out Guy's pockets and his pack.  The small one, "Peeves" Lemmy calls him, takes the digital notepad that Lemmy finds.

"Holy crap, it's a small world!  It's you!  So, did you find out anything?  Anything juicy?  Was it 'the big one'?  Any dirt on the shadow conspiracy?  Hey, you know, this is some pretty wizz shit you've got in this bag.  You a hacker?  Yeah, I know you are."

Peeves looks around at the others.  "Listen up, droogs, I think we just found our way out from under The Man's thumb."  He pats Guy on the back.  "Ain't that right…er…"

Peeves flips open Guy's wallet.  "Guy!  Damn, your mom's hot!  But don't worry, I'll be a total gentleman…"  A couple of the other thugs snicker at that.  "…unless maybe you don't want to help?"