[b] Magnus [/b]

	While approaching the planet he scans a small section of surface area. For some reason, the ship's Universal Positioning System couldn't connect to its database, leaving most of the information of the planet unknown to him. 

[center] 
Planet Name: Unknown
Position: Unknown
Status: Extant
Civilization: Null
No signs of Intelligent Life
[/center]

	"That's kinda Speciesist computer." Magnus muttered to himself. The screen then responded. 

[center] I don't care, it's the truth. [/center]

	"Woah, you can hear me?"

[center] Ya. What did you think? That I was just some calculator? Now who's the Speciesist? [/center]

	"Do you have some sort of name?" Magnus said, looking for some sort of microphone. 

[center]
Sentient Automatic Neurological Database Responding to the Autoist

or S.A.N.D.R.A.
[/center]

	"Great. Why can't I ever be alone?" Magnus said while slamming his head into the console. 

[center] Now that you asked a question it's my turn. Who are you and why are in my owner's ship? And why was I turned off? [/center]

	"Your owner's ship? I am your owner!" Magnus yelled, forgetting that he had stolen the ship. 

[center] No you're not. [/center]

	Sandra responded while an ID for a driver named Barclay Barrymore opened on the screen. The date of birth was August 19th 1886. 
	"Oh no. I think he's dead." Magnus said. 

[center] No, you're joking. I was only off for a few minutes. Right? [/center]

	Sandra said in denial. Magnus had no idea that a computer could possibly go through grief. 

	"I'm so sorry for your loss." he said while looking through the setting on his desktop. A toolbar titled S.A.N.D.R.A. Settings opened up. For an option called Display, he clicked on the one for a realistic head. Just then a window popped open showing Sandra in tears. He toggled with the display for a while until settling for the first option. Another option was Voice. Again, he messed around with it for a while until stopping on what sounded like a text to speech of a woman's voice. Just then a loud crying noise blasted from two speakers under the console. Magnus could sense that this would happen for quite a while. He then got up from his seat and entered the kitchen. As he opened the fridge he could smell rotting milk. He held his nose and grabbed a slice of permaBread and sat at the table. Across from him was a skeleton with a handlebar mustache wearing a tuxedo and holding a cup of tea. 

	"Fuck." Magnus said to himself while eating the bread. How had he not noticed the skeleton before? This was probably Barclay Barrymore too. In the other room he could still hear Sandra crying. 
	"Jeez. Were you guys in a relationship or something?" Magnus said rhetorically to the skeleton.
	"As a matter of fact, we were!" Sandra yelled. Magnus held back laughing. Just imagining this old man kissing a computer screen while ragtime music is playing was hilarious to him. But still he died, and Magnus was being a total dick about it. On his planet, death was not something to be sad about.
	"Aw man. Sorry." He said. 
	"I'll just turn myself off and don't even think about turning me on again." She said while closing her own windows.
	"Ugh Fuck." Magnus said while slapping himself in the face. "I'll just land this thing and solve this problem later." Magnus landed the ship onto a grassy open area near a river. "So what's going on here?" He said to himself while exiting the ship.