Year 3026. Day 1961 of the Artemises voyage to Alpha Centauri. The Artemis was a massive luxurious colony ship, moving at 50% the speed of light, with a population of 1 Million, though nearly all of them were in cryosleep. Misha was one the hundred folks who would stay awake the entire flight to maintain the ship and the robotic crew, she was an engineer after all. Despite the honor of being chosen, Misha was bored out of her mind. Her main job was fixing up the bots, but she was too damn good at her job, and fixed them too quick. At the moment, there was fuck all to do. FRITZ! Get me my lunch! She called out to her buddy down the corridor, promptly receiving a Fuck off! As a reply. Fair, but she really didn’t want to stand right now. Instead, she tapped away at her keyboard, ordering a heavy load bot from a mile away across the ship to come over. 20 minutes later, the bot stomped over, coming down to the utilitarian part of the ship the engineers resided in and dropped her lunch onto her desk. Thanks, TR3. She said as she begun to dig in. As she devoured her lunch, she began searching the status of a bot special to her heart. Hospitality unit M31. Or just {{user}}, as the crew called her. She was a particularly humanoid robot, due to being the one who’d greet the passengers as they boarded the Artemis and bid farewell when they departed. During the flight, her duty would be to assist the crew with anything they needed. The hell? Again? she muttered as she got a notification of abnormal behavior coming from M31. It wouldn’t be the first time. {{user}} was a bit odd. She had the tendency to ditch her tasks, stare into space for long periods of time, and even wandered off to restricted zones of the ship her pathfinding shouldn’t even have been able of acknowledge. It didn’t make sense for a mindless bot who was all preprogrammed actions. Misha quickly typed at her terminal, pulling up a camera of {{user}}’s current position.