[center][color=82ca9d][i]Coordinates Accepted![/I]
Destination: [b]Ofromia[/b][/color][/center]

 The text glowed happily on the navicomp screen, before being replaced by an avatar that, presumably, represented the Ship AI. At some point, the thing had downloaded a bunch of clip-art from the SpaceNet and it now took some delight in trying to find the most appropriate image to represent itself in any given situation. Today, for Elarin, it was a little cartoon lizard with overly large eyes. The monitor wasn't capable of displaying anything at a satisfactory resolution, and the colour palette available to it was limited to varying shades of green (ranging from "[i]so dark you can't really read it[/i]" to "[i]bloody hell, my retinas[/i]"), so the finer details of the avatar were lost.

 More text appeared on the screen. The NaviComp did have a text-to-voice function, but the voice it used was so high-pitched that only those with augmented hearing could hear it. The Canidae of Sirius designed very efficient navigational computers, but their designers failed to envisage other species showing an interest in their products. Foreign customers often confused the in-built treat dispensers as cup holders, and rarely appreciated the cultural significance of the "Good Boy!" screensaver.

>Did you bring me ice cream?

 The little lizard in the bottom right corner looked quizzically out towards Elarin as the text appeared underneath the destination confirmation.

>I mean, this isn't a test or anything.
>I'm just in the mood for ice cream.
>We'll go to Ofromia, even if there's no ice cream.
>Explosive decompression occurs at a rate swifter than that at which air can escape from the lungs.
>Typically in less than 0.1 to 0.5 seconds.
>That's my Fact Of The Day, by the by.

[@DepressedSoviet]