“Bomb the colony?” I said. We were still in the shuttle bay because they couldn’t move me, and I was lying face down, my head propped on my arms, while Thiago, Ratthi, and Kaede rebuilt the organic components in my back. It was a long process and humans kept wandering in and out to watch, but I had my pain sensors tuned down and ART had directly connected an isolation box to my interfaces so I could download my video and audio of TargetContact, and more importantly so ART could play
“No, we were all in that maintenance capsule, the colonists didn’t know where we were,” Matteo said, pausing to make an adjustment to something. “Peri was going to bomb the colony with the armed pathfinders until they gave you up.” They picked up something (I suspect it was something that normally formed a vital part of my insides) and carried it off to show Martyn via the display surface.
I had trouble believing that, but then I barely had the cognition to understand
ART hadn’t said anything, even to tell me how wrong I was, which was suspicious in itself.
Ratthi said, “Oh no, it was very clear about it.
ART said,
I said, “So … that whole retrieval with the explosions was for me?” Just for me?
Thiago, with the tone of giving Ratthi a hint that he might want to shut up, said, “Maybe SecUnit is too tired to talk about this now.”
Ratthi was determined. “Why don’t you share the video record with SecUnit,
This was confusing, but Ratthi was right, I wanted to see the video. “I want to see it.”
ART didn’t respond for 2.3 seconds, then it paused
I was glad I could pretend to be too overwhelmed by being reassembled to respond, because I kind of was overwhelmed. That was ART, and my humans, and humans I had known for maybe five minutes, and a Barish-Estranza SecUnit that 2.0 had randomly found, all cooperating to retrieve me.
I’m going to stop talking for a while now.
So once the humans had gotten me put back together enough to be stable and to stop my performance reliability from dropping, we had to move my active consciousness into an isolation box so ART could get rid of the contaminated code string. I say “we” but I was mostly just along for the ride.
It would have been lonely in the isolation box except ART kept a part of its consciousness in there with me and we watched the last episode of
After it was over, ART said,
I said,
ART reran a section of
ART reran another one of its favorite scenes, this one involving time travel. I said,
ART knew exactly what I meant.