"Th-that voice!" Glitch mumbled out.

The elevator doors closed, removing the light that had served as her disguise. Standing there in all her half lidded glory was the blue haired girl of 2 years ago. Apparently, since he had last seen her she'd chosen more suitable clothing. Gone was the body suit she had worn then, replaced with something remarkably similar to what Bill and Glitch wore; thin chest armor, with semi baggy pants and a tight black undershirt. Even the too-large shoes were the same. Glitch was a bit disappointed, he old costume was _very_ revealing... but he guessed that it didn't offer much in protection.

Glitch came out of his reverie and emerged from his hiding place, "Me? You mean me?"

She offered the slightest of nods, and Glitch began to approach.

During all of this, Bill was seething. Finally, he shouted, "You! What the hell are you doing here?!"

She seemed to use as little effort as possible to express herself, "I was to find DamnGlitch. I have. That is why I am here."

Bill's mind was racing, what could Glitch have that he didn't?

"Well why? Why do you need him? Who needs him? Not you, you said yourself that you were ordered to do so! By who?!"

The girl gave him the faintest of smiles, "That is not your business. You are no longer of use to them."

Behind his visor, his eyes opened wide, "Wh-what? No use?"

His voice shook, "Are you sure they know who I am? I was a black project! Top secret! They may have me confused with someone else!"

She gave him a small frown, "NO. They specifically said _not_ to take you."

He looked down, "O-oh."

Then he collapsed, "I'm useless... heh... hehehehe... HAHAHA! Me useless?! I'm...I'm not useless... your useless..." He mumbled a few other incoherent things before curling up into a ball and beginning to cry.

Glitch looked down at him, and then at the girl, "What the hell did you do to him?"

He looked away from Bill. He may deserve to die, but not _this_. Crushing his pride and spirit was a bit much.

"Why am I so important? Why do these people want me instead of him? All I've done really is buy Macs and fight with him, " He pointed at Bill, "What makes me so unique?"

The girl, either giving Bill a small amount of respect or to lazy to keep looking down at him instead looked Glitch in the eye, "I cannot give out that information."

Straight out asking wouldn't work, so Glitch decided on the sneaky way. It was slow, but it got the job done.

He gave her his most charming grin and said, "Well, can I at least get your name?"

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"No."

The trip back to his apartment was infuriatingly silent. She'd warded off all of his advances and questions, and in turn he wouldn't follow her to her masters. Dead set against letting Glitch go, the girl decided to follow him.

Having all of his attempts deflected, and then being followed by the frustrating girl had turned his mood sour. He turned over a number of things morosely in his head, from the happening of the day, to what groceries he would need to pick up. In the end though, his thoughts kept returning to Bill's breakdown at Microsoft. But before he could even voice his opinions to himself, they had arrived home. Glitch gave her a wary glance, then took out his keys and unlocked the door. He waited a second, then reluctantly waved the girl in. He shortly arrived at his own room, which he opened. Now resigned to it, Glitch invited the girl in, who nodded to him as she passed.

It had been an eventful day, and he figured that the easiest way to cope would be to sleep. Sleep was all powerful, able to erase all of life's problems, if only for a few hours at a time. Or not, if your an insomniac. Sucks to be you, hahaha!

A few events led to her being in his bed. The result was in no way pleasant as the previous sentence would suggest. All he wanted to do was sleep, and he figured if he told her to go lay down, she'd at least have the sense to do just that.

So he did, "Hey, uh, _girl_, make yourself at home... but don't eat anything. We need that for the morning."

The girl gave him a bewildered look, so he simply told her to sit on the couch. Glitch went to the bathroom to perform pre-sleep rituals, and the girl moved to the couch. The old thing was covered in glass, so she picked up the cushions and tossed them aside, sitting on the springs instead. While not very comfortable, it was preferable to the glass.

"So... what are you gonna to in the morning, lady?" Glitch yelled from the bathroom.

No response.

"Lady?"

He stuck his head out of the door to see if she was all right, only to find her undressing.

"Ack! What are you doing?! This is no time to get naked!!"

She gave him a dismissive look, "I'm not undressing, I'm preparing for bed. These clothes are not clean, it would not be right the where them to bed."

Glitch looked on, stunned at her lack of modesty. She was a woman, right? It took a withering glare from her to get him to look away, her remaining coverings only including undergarments. He picked up his tooth brush (which he had dropped without realizing it), and backpedaled into the bathroom. The girl blinked a few times before curling up on the couch. By the time Glitch reemerged, she had fallen asleep. Glitch gave a half laugh half sigh and grabbed an extra blanket from the closet. He unfolded it and draped it over her, then walked over to his bed. Yawning, he removed his belt and placed it on the floor next to the bed. Blinking back the inevitable, he settled in for a welcome rest from the world.

His rest was shorter lived then he would have liked. The sound of a door closing awoke him, and checking his clock he saw it was a bit past midnight. Still drowsy, he peaked over the covers, seeing the thin stream of light coming from the bottom of the door, he figured she had to go potty.

Huh?

"Wait... she had a claw like me... so she's a BioSuit. I never have to use the toilet..."

The sound of a flush confirmed his theory. He blanched, how unclean. Digestive tracts are so disgusting. He pulled the covers off, "Why did you do _that_" he asked.

She gave him a look to end all looks, a look that sent chills up the spine. Glitch wished he had just went back to sleep.

"I eat, I drink, I use the toilet. Most creatures do." she replied at great length.

Glitch sat there stumped while she maneuvered her way back to her couch. She had almost fallen back to sleep when he spoke up again,

"You were manufactured by MS, right?"

He missed her swift intake of breath,

"You have the same claw, and almost the same uniform as me and B07N... so it's kind of obvious, but your not like us. I eat, but all of the food is quick burned into fast fuel. I have to eat allot more often, but I don't make... uh, ‘waste'." He looked her in the eye, her head appearing above the couch back,

"What's all different about you, besides... that?" He gave a small laugh, "your the new model, right?"

The girl remained quiet for a bit, mulling over what Glitch had said, censoring her reply as not to give away anything she shouldn't.

"Come with me to my masters, and you'll learn all you want to. If it involves the changes, be sure to ask while you have a chance. I'm not allowed to give out that information."

Glitch gave another sigh. Nothing, all day and he'd learned almost nothing about this girl and her motives.

"Whatever," he thought, "I need sleep anyway."

It would have had to have been another two hours before he was awaken again, this time by sounds coming from the couch.

The couch?

Glitch looked over grumpily to where his temporary guest lay. Why the hell couldn't she just let him sleep? He realized, though, that she was asleep this time. He got out of bed to see what was going on. Even on the thin couch she was tossing and turning, muttering things which he couldn't decipher. Finally he wouldn't stand for it anymore and shook her awake.

"Yo, get up."

Her eyes bolted open and focused on his immediately. So fast it scared him.

"_What_?"

He decided not to admonish her, he would be snappy if someone had waken him.

"Take the bed, the couch isn't comfortable. I should have let you get the bed from the get go."

The girl's eyes softened, and she got up and went to the bed. Glitch followed her with his eyes and when she settled in he curled up where she had been moments before and fell fast asleep. Couch or bed, he needed some damn sleep.

She awoke slightly after eight, as she did every morning. But this time in a different place. It took a moment, but the girl remembered where she was and why. Glitch, she saw, was sprawled on the couch in an odd but strangely comfortable looking position. She took his words from the day before and decided to take a shower. She had always been told to keep clean by her superiors. She washed briskly, like always. Working from top to bottom, she washed her hair and then her body, being sure to clean the grooves in her Prosthetic jack. After finishing she dried herself of with what she assumed was an extra towel, she had found it in the restroom cabinet. Now somewhat dry she rinsed with the mouthwash Glitch owned, but did not brush. Using the man's tooth brush would be too imposing. She left bathroom around fifteen minutes after she had entered a walked to the kitchen.

She was hungry.

After poking through most of Glitch's cupboards, she eventually found a can which was not past it's expiration date. She told herself to remind him to purchase some food for himself soon. She popped the lid and emptied the contents into the pan she'd found and began to fry it.

Meanwhile, Glitch was rising from his slumber... performing his usual ritual of scratching and yawning. He was in such a rut that he didn't remember until his fifth minute in the shower that someone else was at his house. It was too late, he'd already chose the bathing long route. His left arm was detached and on the floor; his hair got tangled in the goddamned thing if it was on, all those little grooves and crevices. He slowly shampooed his hair... a long task which took all of ten minutes. He didn't need to bother with conditioner, his hair was naturally smooth and ended up the same way no matter what he did. After thoroughly rinsing, he started cleaning his body. When he was almost finished he smelled what he figured was breakfast, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was...

Having finished his shower, he searched for the towel he'd packed away before BoTP, but to no avail. He shrugged, and walked out without it.

It wasn't like he needed it.

The girl was about to sit down to eat the strange food she had cooked when Glitch walked in stark naked. Not really attempting to sneak a peak, put doing so none the less, her eyes drifted down to spot between his legs...

"Where are your genitals?"

Glitch stopped mid step to stare at her wide eyed.

"What do you mean? Don't you know _anything_ about your predecessors?" he yelled.

He pointed at his crotch, "Both me and Bill are androgynous. All the prototype BioSuits were genderless to the best of my knowledge, except for testing."

She looked at him in an approximation of amusement, "So are you male, female, or what?"

Glitch looked indignant, "I'm all man! Well, mostly man... I dunno, I'm a guy in my mind," he pointed at her towel covered breasts (which she then covered by crossing her arms), "plus, I don't have boobies."

She glared at him and set down his plate, with a small serving of unknown meat.

Huh?

Glitch gave her a funny smile, "You know what this is, right?"

She just nodded.

He smiled more, "Okay, you gonna tell me your name?"

She just shook her head as she ate.

Glitch's face split into a full blown grin, "Good, now I can give you a nickname!"

Mouth still full, the girl gave him an alarmed look.

He closed his eyes and spoke like he was dictating from a book, "Like the meat I am about to consume, your origin is clouded in mystery," He opened one eye to look at her, "I dub thee Spam."

The newly christened Spam just sat there, mouth agape, while Glitch sat down and began to wolf down his ham turkey mixture (* is it ham turkey? It's ham something...). Hair getting in his way, he threw the wet mass over his shoulder and moved closer to the early morning snack. He quickly finished and thanked Spam for cooking it. She nodded mutely and began to eat her food again. Glitch stood up and left in search of underpants and outerpants.

"Glitch, my clothing is dirty... may I borrow some of yours?"

In the other room he nodded, and then realizing she wouldn't she that said, "That's fine... but keep your own ...panties... mine are for me only. No touching"

Now Spam didn't know to much about society's general feelings on matters, but she almost choked when he said that.

"You wear women's underwear?!"

Glitch sweat dropped, that was the loudest he had heard her say anything so far.

"No! Well, they're not briefs, cause I don't need the room, and they're not panties cause... cause.

"Cause they aren't." He finished lamely

Spam just stared straight ahead. Glitch's sweatdrops grow by the moment. Deciding to drop the whole thing, he went in search of wearable clothing for both himself and now Spam, who personally wasn't sure if it would be a better idea just to have worn the dirty clothes instead of bringing up this _very_ disturbing topic.

Moments later, Glitch hopped into to room, pants on (thankfully) along with his trademark thin black shirt. He handed Spam her change of clothes while beginning to button up his mini overcoat. She just stood there while he finished, but once he was done she pointed out of the room.

"What?" Glitch looked confused.

She pointed again, "_leave!_"

Glitch finally got up and left, "Sorry! I forgot you have working parts!"

She frowned at his word usage, but began to dress anyway. The pants were a bit big, but the shirt was just as tight as her own. She slid into her chest armor, completing the outfit, and leaving herself looking all the same as she had the day before. She folded her dirty clothes and put them in a pile by the couch. She assumed that after the meeting she would have to bring him back home.

Her bosses could be _very_ thorough.

After they had both finished getting ready, Glitch grabbed his keys and left the apartment with Spam. After they had walked about a block, Glitch finally spoke up.

"First, from what I can tell, the apartment is bugged, so I didn't want to take the chance of getting intercepted by MS goons."

She looked at him from the corner of her eye and nodded.

"And?"

"And," Glitch grinned, "we're gonna go look for UTroid"

"But... I've got to take you to my superiors..." She murmured quietly, shifting her gaze to her feet.

Glitch saw this and did the only rational thing he could think. He improvised.

Throwing his arm around her, he said, "Cheer up! As _soon_ as we find UT, you can take me right to your bosses!" He mashed her into his shoulder, "That cool with you?"

Not quite what to do, she nodded quickly. Glitch grinned again, and strutted down the block with her, destination still as of yet unknown.

When Bill once again became aware of his surroundings, it was already morning. He had awaken in the fetal position, which had him furious. What is someone had came in and seen his weakness? That-that bitch! How could she do this to him?! He had to sneak up to his office, almost getting caught by that wretched secretary. To top it all off, when he logged in to the real time camera he had set up at Glitch's, he got a horrifying view of Glitch's crotch from under the table. Shuddering, Bill turned off his PC. He sagged in his chair, he had been severely admonished for his loss 2 years ago, and could only imagine what the committee would do if they discovered his break down. They almost replaced him with the girl already, but now...

He didn't fell like facing his fears right now so he did all that could be done in a situation like this. He slept.

Glitch confidently strolled down the street. He may not have known where he was going, but he might as well go in style. Spam had long since escaped Glitch's grasp, and now walked a few steps behind him. The odd duo got a number of strange looks from passer byes, but Glitch was used to it and, of course, Spam just didn't care. Every time Glitch felt like messing with her. he'd stop, run back, and pull her ahead. Each time he did this she'd glare at him, and each time she glared at him Glitch just laughed. After about the fortieth time of doing it, they had a nice rhythm going. So when Glitch turned around and Spam was nowhere to be seen, he was a tad surprised. He jogged a half a block to where she had apparently collapsed. He rushed to her side.

"Spam! Are you all right?" he asked.

She didn't respond. Her normally half lidded eyes now open very wide. She turned to Glitch, her stare sending a chill up his spine.

"What's the matter?" he implored.

"I have to take you to them now"

"Huh? Why now?"

"Because they said so," she hissed.

Glitch stood up, "Tell them to wait... UT is my bud, I can't just leave him!"

Spam got off of the ground and backhanded Glitch in one fluid motion, then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off of his feet.

"I said they want you _now_." she uttered slowly.

Glitch struggled to respond, but couldn't get the words past her iron grasp. Seeing no other option, he punched her in the gut. She went reeling, and Glitch took up a combat stance.

"Look girlie, I just met you, so I got a low tolerance for this kind of crap."

His only response was a flash of blinding light from behind Spam. He shielded his eyes, and when he looked again, two large wings were unfurling. Glitch took a step back.

"What the fuck!?"

The now winged girl bolted forward and met him with a blow to his head. His whole upper body snapped back, trying to avoid the attack, but sensing opportunity Spam grabbed around him, pinning his arms to his side in the process. Thinking ahead, she grabbed a fist full of hair to prevent him from head butting her.

Glitch fought her grip, but couldn't escape. He even thought about kneeing her, but she didn't have what it took for a good kneeing to work.

Her previously fanatic look had been replaced with one of warmth. She hugged Glitch, but still kept him trapped.

"Poor boy, are you scared? Well don't be, because sister will take you to the family, and all will be well. Come on, Brother. Meet the family." she said in a soothing voice, one which terrified Glitch. He began to attempt escape in earnest once again. Then Spam started to giggle.

"No no no... If your gonna be bad, then I'll have to punish you..."

Both Glitch and Spam began to rise in the air, her huge wings pumping the ground away from them. The last thing Glitch saw was the wings coming around, covering both him and Spam. Then, only darkness.

Spam cradled the now unconscious man, and flew to where her master had instructed her to. She had a gift they had been waiting for for a long time.

"So... She got the wings. She... got... _THE FUCKING WINGS?!!_"

Bill flipped, he picked up the desk and threw in through the wall. He punched in the computer screen and snapped his keyboard in half.

"Those wings were suppose to be _mine_! They said there was no room in the budget for expenses like that... those dirty liars!" Bill fell back against the undamaged wall.

"Great... Another way for me to pale in comparison to her. Fuck this, I'm gonna force the council to get me wings, hell or high water. I was designed for them... I even have the ports. They better have a _damn_ good reason for this!"

He stood in silence for a minute, hand on his forehead. Then he began to laugh sadly.

"I sound like a disgruntled teen. But I'm gonna get my way with this. I ask so little."

He looked at his sword, leaning on the opposite wall.

"Either way, I'm gonna kill that girl. She may have some advantages, but neither her nor Glitch have seen my virus. Heh... hahaha... AHAHAHAHA!"

Bill's booming laugh echoed throughout the building.

Just like when he passed out, Glitch awoke to the darkness. When he sat up, alibi stiffly, he noticed that even the moon was out... A moon which he knew was full that night. That meant he was sealed up some place... his internal clock told him it was night, so if it was just dark he should still see the moon. Glitch got up and began to feel along the wall for some sort of door or window. He came across a door first, so he did the logical thing and opened it. He was greeted by two floating blue half orbs. Glitch screamed and felt along the room's wall for a light switch. A bathroom burst into view, but that isn't what caught Glitch's attention. Sitting cross legged and naked on the floor was Spam. She was looking right at Glitch, her half liddedness having returned, but her face was streaked with half dried tear trails. Without thought, Glitch ran up and hugged her.

"Your back to normal! Do you remember what happened? Where are we?"

Spam clenched her teeth and slowly met his watery eyed gaze.

"Don't _touch_ me!"

Glitch barely heard her, but fell back none the less. He realized what he was doing and averted his eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry Spam... I'll go."

Glitch lowered his eyes as he left, closing the door quietly behind himself.

Spam shuddered and placed her head in her hands.

"Why am I so afraid?"

Outside of the bathroom, Glitch had sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands.

"That was pretty stupid of me... Crap."

He sat quietly like that for a moment before giving a sad grin.

"That was your line, UT."

Glitch sighed and laid back on the bed.

"I wonder where we are?" he asked himself.

"This is my apartment." came a voice above him. Glitch opened his eyes to the frowning face of Spam.

"Spam!" he exclaimed.

"A bed, a toilet. The cafeteria is below, the officer dorms are above." she iterated

Glitch gave a cocky smile to the now toweled woman, "Talkative now, are we?"

Spam glowered, "We leave in an hour for the committee."

She sneered at Glitch. "Be ready."

Glitch looked on in shock as she returned to the bathroom and locked the door.

"That... was different."

He laid back down on the bed.

"I need UT back... If he'd been around when Spam went crazy, I would at least know where the fudge I am now."

He slid off the bed and onto the floor, curling up into something comfortable.

"If she stops moping, she can take the bed," he turned towards the door, "I'm taking a nap," he grinned, "sweet dreams!"

Even through the door he could hear her exasperated sigh.

When Glitch opened his eyes again, it was to the sight of Spam, now fully clothed, standing over him. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he shot her a smile,

"What's up?"

It seemed her cool visage had returned.

"We're leaving."

Glitch frowned, "So soon? I just got here."

...and just as quickly, her cool visage disappeared. Spam's hand sprung at him and grabbed him by the hair, picking him off of the ground.

"I'm sick of your bull shit, We're leaving _now_ and I'll drag you there by your freakishly long hair if I have to."

Now, Glitch was very tempted to smack her upside the head, but was quick to remember their short fight a few hours ago. Determined not to lose his happy-go-lucky facade, he liked his finger and gave her a wet Willie. Spam started, and Glitch gave a wide grin. Then she back handed him again. Spam about faced and walked out of the room. Rubbing his face, Glitch reluctantly followed.