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They can become competent. Most I've met don't seem stupid, that's a step up from what we've normally got to work with, anyway.

[ A small grin, a joke with a hint of truth. She lets Amos tug her back against the wall and listens, and at least there's a bit of good news there about the air filters. ]

An AI that lives in the terminals... he's not native to the station, I'm assuming?

[tumang]

[ Of course Naomi would see the best in people. She saw the best in him, after all, and he was one of the worst. If she could believe in him, she could believe in anyone. ]

No, he's not. Goes by the name Hank. Says there's no way to access consoles with higher-level systems, either. He's locked out. Maybe you can help him out, though.

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Poor fellow, artificial or not, to be stuck in these circuits. If we got access to system controls, maybe we could join those loops. Even if they weren't designed to connect, there are data cores in the terminals. I'll have to talk to this Hank.

[ Maybe there'll be something for her to actually do, in that case. She sighs a little in quiet frustration, and slowly sinks down the wall to sit on the metal floor. Just staring out at the unfamiliar planet. ]

Where do you think we are, Amos? Wild guess.

[tumang]

I thought you might want to, yeah.

[ Amos follows until he's sitting next to Naomi, the two of them shoulder to shoulder. He raises his knees, resting his elbows on them as he looks out at the moons. ]

I don't know. Kepler 90?