Let's play a game.

Kay is undoubtedly the easiest woman to start with. Braver than Melanie and far easier to manipulate than Hina, Kay's pride will be the best way to catch her interest. Looking at her gaming history, she doesn't lose to the same person more than twice in her game of choice (a space age shooter). Why not have a little fun with her? Now all I need to do is wait...

[Friday, 9:00 p.m.]

This is the perfect time. Kay is back home, finished with anything that could distract her (thanks to the scheduling ability of yours truly), and nestling in for one of her secret marathon gaming sessions. And, with a little nudge from me, John has also just finished downloading the game that I suggested for him. Time for the sparks to fly.

Hacking into the servers of the game, it was almost pathetically easy for me to set the single player duel system to match John and Kay against each other. Accessing both of their webcams, it became almost amusing to watch the two. Kay, dressed in the most uncomfortable set of purple silk pajamas I had ever seen (even alone appearances mean more than comfort to this girl), watched almost tiredly as the game announced she would be competing with a noob while John rapidly read the tiny online manual that he had downloaded to his phone in hopes of surviving more than three seconds.

Watching from a spectator view, it became easy to see that John (despite being fairly accomplished at video games) wasn't likely to beat the master Kay. And so I began my magic. Attaching myself to the codes of the game, I decided to give him a little hand. I couldn't be obvious, however. Instead of instant kills for Kay, I modified the hit box to make them simple grazes. John, on the other hand, was given golden bullets. No matter how wide a shot he would shoot, if it was in Kay's direction the bullet would 'luckily' strike her character.

In the end, the match ended with John winning with 20 kills to Kay's 10 (what can I say, the girl is good). The best part, however, is looking at Kay's face. Where once there was a queen with an ego now sat a raging lunatic. Her blue eyes bulged slightly from her head as she glared at the amateur who dared to break her winning streak. Things were going exactly to plan.

For the next four rounds, I watched joyfully as John proceeded to destroy Kay over and over again. Each round was far from a shut-out but it was still one sided enough that I got the distinct pleasure of seeing a break down take place. The proud, unstoppable Extinction became a screaming glaring wild woman as she violently attacked her controller. For each round Kay lost, a single pm was sent to John. "Again." Over and over, John would receive the one word command from the crazy gamer. Finally he had had enough.

"It's late." John wrote, his first written message to Kay. "Time for me to hit the sack."

"Again." Kay entered forcefully, her controller clicking violently with each keystroke.

"I can't." John replied. "It's too late." Kay paused in her rampage as she began to think of a way to mend her pride. I could practically read her mind from her face alone: how do I keep this loser on until I destroy him? I can't let people know that this noob destroyed me. What can I do?! Now was my chance.

As Kay contemplated how to keep John on, I 'glitched' and activated a recording of her.

"Hey, this is Kay. Leave a message and I'll get back to you later." Kay jumped at the sound before checking me. Seeing nothing, Kay paused before smiling slightly. She had found her in. Despite being the stereotypical hot young blonde, Kay was often told that the best feature about her wasn't visual: it was her voice. Typically normal, Kay could pull of the perfect smokey voice that sent any mans heart racing (a fact I had proven through the use of a health app and attachment). And now, she planned to once again use it to her advantage.

"Headset please." Watching John, I could have chuckled at the exasperated sigh that escaped him as he attached his headset.

"Fine." He typed. Now it was all up to Kay. What will she do now to keep his interest?