She cleared her throat loudly. "I said to be as concise as possible, Forerunner," she said, annoyed. "I don't need every piece of history. Only give me what I need." Just as the probe was not a person, weak to all the usual suite of human failings, it also couldn't get offended or annoyed with her. There was no reason to treat it like anything other than a tool. A tool with the power to create life from almost nothing. An idiot God. Unfortunately, it was her idiot god.