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https://yoyledesktophelpers.com/giftobtain
Golf Ball typed the URL into her laptop. The screen switched from her new tab to the site. She gripped the dark green gift coupon in her hand. It had come in the mail as a late Christmas gift from Tennis Ball, who had been in a different part of the country for the entirety of December. She scrolled through the web page, looking at the BEEP collection the coupon went towards.
One of them had caught her eye. It was a girl with long, light green hair and a tan sun hat wearing a long sleeved darker shirt and an overall dress over it. It stuck with her a bit more than the others considering she was the only girl in the set, and most of the other selections looked a bit poorly made to her. Despite being a fairly skilled scientist, Golf Ball tended to jump to conclusions often.
Or maybe she just liked girls. Probably not, though.
GB clicked on the lass's profile and filled out the gift receive information on the coupon. She clicked on the confirm button, and the new helper downloaded itself onto her laptop. Once that was finished, GB opened the file and executed it. The figure of the lass had appeared on her screen.
"Greetings and thank you for choosing Yo y le Desktop Helpersfor all your c̵͚̼̩̣̈́ô̵̘̗̪̻m̸̥̹͚͚͖͆̉͗͂computer needs! My name is Leafy nd I'll be your virtuala ssistant!"
Golf Ball stared at the virtual assistant with worry. Leafy's voice was buggy and sounded very choppy and broken. The visuals were a little off, too. The site and preview image showed Leafy with beautiful blue eyes. Her's looked lifeless and white here. She had a black eye at one spot, and the other had four wires exposed in the spot where her eyelashes should've been.
The choppiness of the voice could make sense, seeing as the BEEP assistants were discontinued many years ago, hence the cheap price of the gift coupons for them... Though, the visuals being slightly wrong could be the creators thinking it's too minor of a change, or even clickbait... Worst case scenario, she's a broken dud for good. Really hope not, I wouldn't want TB's money to go to waste.
"My aim s to be as ḣ̵͖̦͝ê̸̢l̶͇ͅṗ̶̟̺͆̈́f̸̤̈́̂u̵̟͇͗̈l̵͚̇̕ as I possibly can. Please refer to my manual on our ste for lsts of actions I can preform for you."
GB turned on her microphone.
"Hey, what happened to your eyes?"
Leafy hesitated.
"You got two odd situations with them. Y'know, the black eye and the wires hanging out there."
"Hm? B lac k eye? Expposed WWWWWires? I'm sorry, b u t i really don't know wwwhat you're t̸̢̡͕̠̔̋̓͘ạ̴̖̃͌̏̎̕a̸̺̐̒͛̈́a̶̺͂͂͋̄l̵̖̖̥̠̇͜͜k̶̝̜͉̲̩̲̓̑͑ȋ̵̪̍̾n̴̠͍͆̐͆̑̂͘g̴̟̤̣̅͘ about."
Golf Ball continued to stare at her desktop buddy with concern. She's had many virtual assistants on that laptop in the past. They had been quite helpful to her, but her job as of now wasn't the most stable, and selling them to another person often fixed the problem for the time. She'd always try to not get attached to her helpers for that reason. The only real pro she could see with having such a buggy buddy was that nobody would want Leafy.
Golf Ball kind of wanted to protect her, actually. Clearly the AI was too rough in shape to go to anyone.
"Leafy, could you close the file tab, please?"
"Certainly!" She walked over to the tab and hit the red X in the corner. "Glads I could be of ả̴͎̤̔̈́s̶̨̹̐͛s̴̺̲̪̎̇͂i̶̛̤s̷̪̗̤̠̓̏̆t̷̹̪͆a̸̮̗̎̀n̴̟͕̼̬͌̕t̵̲͋̃̉̍c̷͕͉̈̔̌͝e̸̯̓̾̿͊!"
Golf Ball put her hand to her face, wondering what Leafy and her could do next.
"Thank you. You're doing great."