[color=00aeef][h3]ALI[/h3][/color]
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[color=00aeef]"Goodbye Dr. Marvark. This unit appreciates every-..."[/color] The monotone feminine figure ceased her comments suddenly when pulled in for an embrace by the scrawny, older man. He didn't look the part of a respected doctor, having rough facial hair and a general messy appearance. The scene had attracted some wary looks as several refugees passed into the ship. Some had even spat an insult as the doctor pulled away with a kiss on the impassive, emotionless droid. [color=00aeef]"I have detected an unusual amount of attachment, Dr. Marvark. Would you like this unit to remain behind?"[/color] The doctor shook his head, looking like he'd almost break down a tears but his smile must have steeled himself. "No. You need to go. I'll be fine. Goodbye, Ali." Without another word, Dr. Marvark had turned and hurried away, leaving his creation, ALI.

The orders that ALI was given were clear and concise. Rule one was that she was to ensure her survival by any means she can, while following with what she believed to be 'good'. Rule two was that she was to board this ship, knowing full well that she should never plan to reunite with her creator. Other than those two instructions provided, ALI had the ability to do whatever she deemed was necessary to carry out those tasks assigned to her by her creator. She did not know the exact reasons why, only that she perform them. 

Task number two was completed on schedule as ALI had boarded the ship, the [i]Delilah[/i] without any trouble and due to technical loopholes, ALI could leave the ship at their next port-of-call without failing her directive. However this was a distant thought in ALI's processor as she considered the reality of her situation. Her creator had been strangely vague about her situation but it didn't take an advanced AI to figure out that her origins and original purpose were designed to be anti-Toliathian and discovery of her existence would likely mean her termination, thus having her fail the first task assigned to her by the creator. It was clear that this ship was being boarded by individuals that wanted to avoid Toliathian attention, for whatever their reason. However, ALI had estimated that there was a fair chance that the crew of the [i]Delilah[/i] could sell out the refugees on board for little risk and major reward to the Toliathians if they wanted to. Further analysis would have to be conducted to determine the intention of the [i]Delilah[/i].

An address by the captain of the [i]Delilah[/i] soon followed departure from Belltown. ALI had not spoken since being onboard the ship and despite being included in the address, she ignored the intention to 'correct the record'. On the topic of logistics, which had turned the refugee population into a collection of frenzied murmurs and outrage, ALI had cared not for the specifics. She did not need to eat or sleep, though she did shutdown occasionally to update software. In fact, she was entirely self-sustaining and thus largely unsympathetic to the outrage. The captain had raised a valid point and if the refugees had wanted more, they were mistaken. This ship was clearly not designed to handle the current extra on board personnel.

Captain Abetchi had brought forth an interesting proposition though. By ALI's initial estimates, volunteers that offered assistance for the duration of the [i]Delilah's[/i] service could be treated as more of a priority than the refugees. In addition, the chance to survey the ship and crew for their intentions, and be in on the intimate, secret details would provide a higher chance of ALI's survival. Thus, the only logical move was to volunteer for service. In an additional note, ALI had grown concerned by the few looks she had received while on board the [i]Delilah[/i] by some of the refugees, but ALI's limited experience in the outside world had not provided her with any logical assumptions as to why that was.

Still, ALI wasn't going to ask as she turned and proceeded through the ship, acting as the Captain's stalker for a moment before ALI perceived that her distant presence may have been alarming the captain. Thus, ALI had slowed in the hallway and considered something for a moment. [color=00aeef]"Axon."[/color] The mention of the name had called forth the holographic image of the dark-skinned man, just as promised. ALI glanced up to meet the man's projected gaze, her lips and face unmoving as she asked, [color=00aeef]"I concluded that you are aware of what I am. How do organics perceive an artificial intelligence? I have limited experience outside of a carefully guarded compound and by initial account, Toliathian existence has lead to distrust of sentient machinery. Do you believe this to be true?"[/color]