There Are So Many Questions

You get a different sense of allies when you generally will outlive them, they take on a far more temporary nature in your mind than most would prefer. - Chronicles of Lorentino

"You never seemed to listen to me when I was just your second in command, I figured you'd listen to a woman's voice more." In my absence the AI had gone insane and started to seperate themselves. Ok not insane, but developed more unique personalities. Which was nice for them, but also meant I lost my hive mind of worker bees and now had a bunch of robot people who didn't exactly see the reason for following orders. SiC herself (she identified she now, felt rude to keep call her an it) now wanted to be called Shira, and who am I to disagree when I made up my own name centuries ago.

"I never listen to women Shira." Our shuttle had docked with the main ship in my new fleet, or I should say the Lorentino Collective's new fleet (this was also something they wanted, they didn't like just being my possesions, I swear I leave for a year and everyone gets all crazy). Phil was hestitant to come aboard despite me saying he'll be fine, I swear you sacrifice one guys entire life for undercover work you forgot about and he suddenly doesn't trust you anymore.

"I'm not getting on to your AI controlled ship."

"You shouldn't Morlatech employee, you should be happy I don't have you shot for existing." I frowned, things were not going as I expected them to. In that I had any expectation at all with regards to interaction of my newly more sentient AI and my formerly undercover put upon assistant Phil.

"Phil isn't a real Morlatech guy, check your files for Phil Gingrey, also Phil come on don't be rude to Shira, no one calls you a flesh and blood." I assume, I don't know maybe Phil has some weird sex thing he engages in, not judging, ok kind of judging. "Either way I don't have time for this, we have to get back down there and save Luke."

"Who is..."

"Shira please less questions more land and help out a poor guy stuck underground." I could hear a resignation in the ai voice.

"Ok, for now I'll do as you say, but after this is done I want explinations!" A new wrinkle in my parent AI relationship. I swear at times I found Rolando's bull headedness.

"Phil get off the gods damned shuttle!" Phil reluctantly obeyed and I sighed mightily, "This is why daddy drinks."