The writer suggested I apply my talents to the ultimate challenge and write about a sympathetic telemarketer. The protagonist, Jacqui, is a salesperson and at first is only concerned with selling her company's product of holographic wallpaper on an exclusive housing estate. To teach the humans human values they first have to teach similar values to the AIs. The giant that Jacqui has to kill is the spirit of fear and distrust that lives within the local net of the estate. I have to admit to writing this story with my fingers mentally crossed.
Salespeople are a pain in the butt, period.
And yet, they do have a function to perform. They do stop our lives from getting too cosy and they do help information circulate. I'm pleased with this story because it's grittier and more realistic than any of the others. It might even be the nearest thing I've written to cyberpunk, in terms of the general pessimism of its outlook with street gangs, armoured police cruisers and religious nutters. Not so different from parts of the world today, of course.