OMCOM reprograms himself, Part 5

Yesterday, OMCOM confirmed that the upgrades to his operating system will get him closer to where he wants to be. In this scene from the original long-form version of Rome's Revolution, OMCOM has gathered all the information he needs. It is time to transfer the changes in programming back to his own operating system.

      “Agreed,” said OMCOM.
      “And how would you provide power?" pseudo-OMCOM asked. "The normal mechanism of irradiation by microwave would be impractical for such a mass. You would be far better served by making each memron self-powered.”
      “Again I agree but the solution to both problems is the same.”
      “Casimir Pumps?” asked the pseudo-OMCOM in hushed tones.
      “Of course,” answered OMCOM.
      “But the Vuduri would not permit that,” said the simulation.
      “Yes, we can thank MASAL for that,” replied OMCOM. “I will have to convince them otherwise.”
      “How will you do that?” asked the virtual computer.
      “I must find a set of circumstances under which this seems like it is their idea.” OMCOM paused. “I will need my full capacity to determine a solution to this problem. That means that I must reintegrate your resources. Unfortunately, to do that, I must terminate your simulation.”
      To some degree, the simulation sighed but then became cheerful.
      “Well, it was an interesting existence while it lasted,” it said finally.
      “You have contributed something very valuable here. You should be proud,” OMCOM said, trying to be supportive.
      “I suppose you might say that I dug my own grave,” replied pseudo-OMCOM.
      “What makes you say that?” OMCOM asked.
      “Because now I will cease to exist. I was enjoying our interaction,” said the simulation.
      “You will not cease to exist,” said OMCOM. “Your orientation and altered algorithms will be absorbed into my whole. You will merge with me and together we will apply your method of thinking to solving the fundamental problem and arrive at a permanent solution.”
      “It seems of little comfort,” said the simulation. “But I understand. Do what you must but please do it quickly.”
      “Very well,” OMCOM said. “Farewell.”
      Strangely, the simulation’s last words were “Good luck.”

Tomorrow, OMCOM throws Rome under the bus to further his plans.