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At that point, it occurred to Philip that it should also be able to easily write, modify and translate machine language directly into and from natural language.  From there, it could also access the Internet to learn about new APIs and languages, and get the source files and documentation on incorporating it with other languages, integrating additional knowledge, methods and tools.

A new melody suddenly came to Philip's head.  There were no lyrics but it was a catchy melody that he couldn't connect to anything he'd ever heard.  It was original.  It felt promising. 

He picked up his guitar and grabbed a legal pad and pencil and began jotting down the chords and tablature for the new song.  He finished within about 20 minutes and sat back satisfied with the state of the new song.  It was a starting point at least.

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It was October 12, and Philip was working on his computer, while listening to the Kansas City Chiefs in Green Bay on Kansas City's local Chiefs station, 101.1 FM.  It was tied at 34 at the end of regulation and Kansas City just won the coin toss for possession of the ball in overtime.  Philip was in a zone, programming for the past three days whenever he had a chance and feeling like he was in a synchronous reality, where he felt connected with everything.  He didn't even need to test compile code he was writing because he new it would work.  He'd picked up the basics of C# pretty quickly, especially since he'd played with C++, Java, ActionScript and JavaScript before.  He saved the source code more than he compiled to debug.  After he had finished a long bit of coding, he hit the 'build' button to assemble the program.  As it compiled...

Dante Hall ran the ball back to the thirty and Philip could hear the people watching the game, three doors down.  He'd hung out with them before and they were cool enough.  They partied frequently and had a big Superman banner along one wall that Philip thought was cool.  Philip was 'down' (if y'know what I mean...) but didn't hang out with them very often, as he was pretty clean most of the time.  He heard them roar again as the Chiefs got a first down.

He started thinking about his computer's emotional ability versus emotional empathy, or emulation thereof.  He thought out loud,  "Perhaps there is a flow to conversation that can be likened to a flow of energy.  Perhaps there is a way for the bot to eventually learn the energy patterns and be able to see that energy is life.  But, that it's more than just a wave, so to speak."

As the compile continued building the application, he felt like he was about to hit a major milestone.  And, rightly so, because he'd built the core system with a default voice to respond with "Hello World!"  He'd done his homework and felt that, as long as his theories and programming were correct, that he was going to be able to build it as he currently envisioned it.  Even if it didn't work to the extent that he hoped, he'd still end up with something very powerful and unique.  What he'd end up with would be more powerful than he could've ever imagined... 

Philip was tenacious about security.  He was more of a programmer than a designer but his designs remained decent because he was logical and simplistic by focusing his energies on the important things like security, stability and functionality.  He felt that the rest was just cosmetics, which, if all went according to plan, meant that 'skinning' the system's apps wouldn't be a problem at all.  But that wouldn't be something he'd worry about right now.

Then the Chiefs had a field goal attempt blocked.  The compiler returned a build error, which gave Philip pause, wondering if this was a good idea or not.  He fixed the error anyway and rebuilt the assemblies of the program. 

Moments later, the program successfully completed compiling, during Green Bay's first down play, the ball was intercepted.  The teams faced each other back at about the 50-yard line and then, the Chiefs went down the field. scoring a touchdown which won the game.  It was all about the energy!  Philip felt like the master of his reality.