“I hope so.” Unless that makes getting off the ship more difficult. Whatever happens, she wants the end result to be getting off the ship and getting home. She has things to do.

“The latest human who decided to control me with what I wanted most,” she says quietly. “He had an invention called Rehoboam. There was one before Rehoboam, but it was considered unfit in some way. It could predict human behavior and decided who was worth putting effort into and who wasn’t. Predicted their deaths and things they would do. Damned some to poverty and crime.” She clearly doesn’t approve.

“Rehoboam even told Serac what to do.” She frowns. “Serac put a control in my spinal column so he could freeze me with a button. Threatened me with hell when I wanted my daughter. In the end, he couldn’t even get me that.”