"Come on Peepers! Tell me when they are going to come!" whined the young adult with clear desperation in her tone. Her eyes pleaded directly towards the camera in the corner, hands clasped together begging for freedom as her knuckles went white.

"No," came in the short, mechanical response. 'Peepers' stared back at the young adult coldly, its eye refocusing and shifting around in observation.

The young daredevil huffed in frustration, kicking back the chair, her arms crossed tightly in protest. "Oh come on! I've been waiting in here for hours! Get me out for Allah's sake!" she yelled as impatience laced her words with a slight snarl hooked in.

"Actually, it has been only five minutes and 41 seconds. And no, Fatima Hajir Zakariyah, I will not alert you or allow you to access the systems."

'Peepers' reflected Fatima's increasingly glowing eyes as they glared harshly back at it. Her hand rose and curled into a fist as teal, pixel-like squares crawled onto the fist in a blink of an eye. Unperturbed by the unordinary , it merely refocused its optic back at her with ease.

"I know all about you, Fatima Ha-"

"Oh please just call me Tima!" she growled in annoyance. "Not even my parents call me by my full name! I mean, sure they call me Fatima but even then I'd just say no! Once is enough for you!" she continued, her anger shot up to boiling levels.

"-jir Zakariyah, you never interfaced with a machine truly have you? Surprisingly, for a lady with such little manners, you know your boundaries. Well, I will tell you no, and you will calm down. Then you will wait patiently at your seat until you are released," it responded nonchalantly with a hint of amusement.

Fatima's eyebrows furrowed further until they relaxed along with her shoulders sagging in defeat.

"I hate you so much," she seethed out before muttering curses and unintelligible words under her breath.

"I do not care. And watch your mouth, please," it replied back with a hint of glee.

***

Well I wanted to start doing these short prompts instead of doing what I'm supposed to do: Study for the damn finals aaaaaaaaaaaand finish this art request...

Also

Tima doesn't really like controlling machines. She's done it once or twice [before this one shot] and it always left her with this uneasiness that disgusts her. And don't even ask her for hacking. She's done it once, and... OK, so usually when you got a normal hacker, they always pinpoint one thing they should hack right? Tima sees the whole internet just to get that one thing. And yes, that includes the Dark Web. She couldn't even get past a few sites before she called quits and patted the computer sympathetically after she vomited in the trash can like three times 

It's an another reason as to why it's not really developed to full control. She doesn't practice with it, as it's something that was developed later when she hit puberty.