Page 74 of Air Force One (Miranda Chase #16)

Jeremy barely had time to show his ID at the CIA’s front desk before Harry whisked him down into the basement and dropped him in front of a computer.

Harry and Heidi pulled up chairs to either side of him. Harry began explaining before he finished sitting down.

The first one was a block of barely smart AI code.

It took him longer than it should have to figure out what it was doing because he hadn’t expected it to be doing something so simple.

He could have coded that in a hundredth the space.

Someone had taken a very polite piece of voice recognition software that could easily handle a vast knowledge base and formulate intelligent responses to a wide range of questions—and forced it to perform one small task.

The second piece of code was much shorter. And once he’d read it, it was dead obvious what it did.

“Uh, what was the date of the backup?”

“Why? What does this thing do? November 11th.”

Jeremy felt that was important. But he didn’t see quite how it fit in.