"I want to thank you Trezlan." Trezlan was seated in the lounge, a cup of coffee nearby cooling. The screen was displaying his workers fixing up Eli's ship. Eli itself was being retrofitted somewhere else, he was allowing Eli it's own privacy. He did find it strange not to attribute a sex to Eli, but as he had been informed, Eli did not consider it's own sex having been at best a floating concience for a long time, long enough not to tell Trezlan how long, though with the data he saw he now knew it had been at least a hundred years.
"I'm still confused as to what you're thanking me for?" The AI had reached out to Trezlan for the deception of why the information he had acquired was useful. It did include stuff on the operator program, but a lot of it was personel stuff, explaining who each person was prior to the program. Trezlan assumed because back then Morley did at some point assume he would return these people to their bodies, before he became a horrible asshole and that went away. Eli was actually a woman named Rona, a mother of three who joined the program to provide for her family. Fairly tragic to Trezlan, but he felt Eli should at least know where It came from.
"To you the idea of losing your identity is probably beyond the pale, you've lived hundreds of years, probably write down information so as not to lose it. But Eli? Eli lost who she was years ago, turned off the human side to accept what became of herself, to know what she lost and what became of her family would destroy her, and frankly with her gone I have no purpose, so I will not allow it to become something she knows."
"I'd want to say I don't understand, but I do all to well, I'd let you know why, but I haven't written that entry and I don't think I ever will."
"Delightfully vague Mr. Lorentino, you do live up to your reputation."
Trezlan held up his cup to the screen in a toast, "I aim to please, I aim to please."
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