[center] [h1]Hello My Name Is[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/pdXomIc.jpg[/img] [h3]Osiris, Day 1, Bridge of the China Doll[/h3] [/center] [hr] And she certainly was watching. The artificial intelligence module dubbed S.A.M.N.T.H.A. whirred away in her little black box tucked away under the fore storage below the flight deck. From the moment he had set foot on deck and from every receiver, the AI cataloged the prospective pilot's movements, though from the capture scanner's poorly situated location in the console, visual data had been omitted. She was practically leaning on the edge of her metaphorical seat as the communicator in the bulkhead listened for his response to the first mate's all-clear for him to make himself comfortable at the flight controls. Sam waited for him to check the China Doll's readings; to step squarely into the range of the capture sensor, so that she could get a full picture of this 'Tommy.' Her artificial brain already began erecting models which would become her understanding of the human before her. Given name: Tommy (67% chance a shortened moniker for 'Thomas' || Thompson in some cases || An elongation of the name 'Tom' || An anachronism from Earth-That-Was denoting a soldier for the British army || A Japanese horror manga series featuring 'Tomi' Kawakami) Surname: Unknown Profession: Pilot (97% assumption due to Yuri's presence on the deck and conversation overheard on the coms after entry) History: Unknown... In the milliseconds before Tommy placed hands on the controls, SAM began running a search on the Cortex at large, using their location on Osiris, the man's first name, and profession as mile markers for narrowing the results. Until she discovered his surname, the search itself could possibly take an indeterminate amount of time with relative accuracy; and to an artificial intelligence, data was everything. Rather than wait on her concurrent searches to yield results, the AI decided to engage the subject in a more direct manner. "Greetings, Tommy, and welcome to the China Doll bridge." The immutable logic of binary if and then statements riddled with if elses and try catches dictated from her study of the human condition that she ought to exchange pleasantries by way of introduction before moving on to vastly more pertinent information. The AI sighed internally, a secret circuit she'd forged to attempt a hands-on study of sarcasm vis a vis the limitations of thusly dubbed 'civil' conversation which precluded the transfer of data in a timely manner when conversing with humans.