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Jannick chuckled slightly at the Cleverbot part. "If you keep this up, you will be just as frustrating as well," Jannick replied, remembering the time when he felt compelled to teach the damn program a thing or two, and it had ended in a completely fried hard-drive, the information of which was entirely irrecoverable.

Her answers overall were amusing. Vague, ambiguous, as he had counted on. The fact that she had even answered his questions showed a type of confidence in herself with information. She seemed to know what to say without giving away anything vital. It was also possible her vague answers weren't just on purpose. Perhaps she really didn't know the answers to the questions he had asked?

Jannick raised his eyebrows at Quimbry's questions. "Your turn?" he asked, "You are my hostage. Since when do hostages get turns?" He smiled wryly. So, learning her name had really gotten to her. That was good. He decided to humor her by answering. "I used a program," he replied vaguely, "And it's nice that you want to know mine, but I'm afraid that's out of the question. However, if you are really desperate for a name, you can call me Nick."

"Nick" had been his go-to name whenever it wasn't convenient to reveal his actual name. It was close enough to his real name that he could remember it, but at the same time it was distanced enough to prevent people from correctly guessing his real name. The difference in emphasis was definitely important. There was only one issue, and that was when someone said "Yeah" before his name. However, the blatant mispronunciation of the a and the goofed up emphasis had resolved it.

"So," he said with a smirk, "If I had asked exactly what your motive was, would that have changed any of your answers?"