... are you singing everything to Funkytown?
I have no idea what you are saying.
Amber, I'm putting you on close watch.
Why? What did I do? I am perfectly innocent. Thinking quickly, Jimmy realized what he had to say.
Amber, when's your birthday? I think I'm going to give you a present.
Up in Central Monitoring, a review-class agent processed the video and audio input. He instantly replayed the video.
A brown-haired boy turned towards the input agent and asked Amber, when's your birthday? I think I'm going to give you a present. It quickly contacted the database agent, which explained to it the native custom of birthdays and presents. Uh oh... it appeared that the database agents hadn't stored much of the memory of the retooled natives. That's what time travel was for.
The review-class agent used the event playback agent to get an exact replica of the thought organ of the native before retooling. It made a mental replica and copied that to the retooled native.
That was close. Yet another day saved by modern technology. No doubt the review-class agent would get positive incentive points.
After a three second pause, her answer came. April Fifth.
I'll make sure it's something nice. Drat. He had come close to proving that IT wasn't Amber. But he would...
Jimmy went to bed...