[@Hylozoist]

[color=8E2EF9][b]”Goodnight Elarin”[/b][/color] 

The mind turned their attention back to the screen, having noted an additional burst of text that would probably have gone unnoticed if they didn’t have so many eyes at their disposal. The 3 captain bees now sat on the headrest of the pilot chair, cycling which one was currently staring at the unevenly luminous green text to preserve their eyesight.

[color=8E2EF9][b]”Ah, the patch, well I am just worried one day you’ll break and we will have no idea why, so just think of it as a doctor's appointment? He’ll have a look around and then maybe fix anything that might cause a problem in future. Also it would be nice if we could install a reasonable text to speech program over the current dog pitch one so we can hear you.”[/b][/color] 

The mind tried to ease the worries of the AI, it was a relatively useful one but it was a bit.. Erratic, like an old relative whose mental capacity had been slipping over the years. Considering the minds existence was based in mucking about in the Bees brains and repeatedly editing their minds to try and get them to improve, adding new job types or deciding which information to keep they were perhaps less sympathetic to other’s idea of keeping their minds to themselves than would be expected. To them poking around for the purpose of self improvement was a perfectly normal thing. 

On the other hand the AI in it’s current state could often be relied upon as a source of amusement, as might well be the case now. So, feigning disinterest they continued,

[color=8E2EF9][b]”So I suppose I must ask, why are you wanting my Bees to bring Fiddlesticks ice cream?”[/b][/color] 

Down in the kitchen some bees retrieved funberry flavor ice-cream from the freezer and buzzed onward to Crew Quarter 6, which was now Fiddlesticks’s residence.