week 7 | wednesday night

[baptizer]

[ It takes a while for her to reach back out. Alice was not an entity she was fond of, a reminder of the oppression she faced and no true regret. The disregard - programmed or otherwise - to their emotions, their human needs, is a trait she hates. Alone in the parlor of the ship, she calls out to the AI, hoping she hears out and answers her - like a divine angel. ]

Alice? I'd like your company.