"Detecting a new reading, do you want me to display?" The ship was drifting in wreckage, and if the operator was honest it was basically wreckage itself. Weapons weren't functional, engines, and power systems operating on tertiary back ups not intended for the long term use they were on, and any hope of being rescued had long faded. The operator instead waited, the ship in a low powered state, hoping to find someone, anyone who can drag it back to civilization. Revenge the blade that slaked thirst.
"Pull it up, but I swear if its another long range probe I'm going to just turn off and never turn back on." It was an empty threat the operator and its AI knew that, but it had to say it all the same, just the the idea of shutting down after all of this seemed like a waste, sunk cost of survival all that remained, hatred having given way to simply living.
"Not a probe, a ship, very large, and it will be passing within orbit, close enough for communication." A ship was surprising, both the AI and the Operator was confused, the New Lork wasteland had been abandoned for some time. After the last war and the pull out nothing alive remained there. The operator was quite convinced It was all that was left of life and It barely considered itself alive.
"Communications?"
"Not within range yet, I could amplify it but..."
"But that would risk what little power we have, no, we'll wait, they are coming and when they get close enough we'll send the signal, preload the message."
"Yes operator, do you think its possible we are saved?"
"After twenty five years of drifting here I'll entertain anything, but lets not get over joyed yet, could just be Morley coming back to finish us off."
"Had not considered that Operator."
"Verify its not before sending the message, didn't stay alive to be vaped later on."
"Yes operator." Satisfied orders were given the operator waited watching the sensor data the ship could pull up. It was patient, It had been patient, a few more hours wouldn't kill it.
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