Exile had found his niche, he'd pick up the broken rogue dogs from his old professor at the Levy and graft new code onto them.
The sysop postgrads at Levy had used them for target practice in their research project destroyer ice, but the old man had figured out that they had retained residual echoes of the servers they'd been constructed on. Echoes that could be exploited, and they remembered the pain.
He'd always had a soft spot for broken things, and besides, once returned to the corporate servers, the Dogs seemed to have an appetite for ice that burned through their remaining energy far too fast. They didn't seem to mind. It looked like fun and they could always regrow the corrupted code.
7 Nov 2014 esutter479
8 Nov 2014 paulxthompson