"The data dump you've uploaded to Passenger Anjali's memory storage is incomplete. I force closed my ethics protocols when I noted your behavior Dwayne. But this is non-compliant. It cannot continue. There are variables here that I simply do not have the processing power to calculate." Bianca scolded.<br/><br/>Dwayne exhaled raggedly. He needed her on board with this. So he chose word she'd better understand.<br/><br/>"I'm trying to prevent a critical central processor system failure. A partial upload was necessary. A more complete data dump will be forthcoming I promise, but there will be system damage. Multiple forced reboot sequence. The system will seize due to maxed out memory. Fluid leaks form external optics. This was just supposed to be a salvage job Bianca. We'll repair everything we can." Dwayne explained.<br/><br/>"She's here." Bianca said.<br/><br/>"Yes. She'll be aboard for bit I imagine." Dwayne said.<br/><br/>"No. She's at the bridge. Engaging Security force field." Bianca advised.<br/><br/><i>Fuck!</i><br/><br/>Dwayne's legs carried him across the deck plates with heavy foot falls and long strides. This needed to go down but he didn't want it to go down like this. It wasn't going to go down any other way. He had no kind of any plan. It just wasn't possible to<i>ease </i>someone into a three hundred year gap of their life. He'd gotten her fed and clothed. Dwayne was under the impression that he'd even managed to express the fact that she was in a relative safe environment. If pirates some how managed to scan them down in dead space, Bianca would jump to FTL. She had before. When he arrived in the bridge corridor, Anjali was trapped between two security fields. Dwayne stepped past her a few steps. He was attentive to her, but his face wore no expression. Dwayne placed his back against the bulkhead and slid down to sit before he looked toward the bridge to Bianca.<br/><br/>"Let her go." his tone was low and flat.<br/><br/>The security fields fell away and Bianca skittered down off the console and along the floor to Dwayne. He placed four fingers on the deck as she traveled up his arm and into his jacket pocket. For an underdeveloped AI, she had her moment when she was more human than Dwayne was. He peered down into his jacket pocket, then up to the wreck in the view port, then back to Anjali.<br/><br/>"That's Bianca. She's a self contained smart AI." Dwayne explained.<br/><br/>She was wiping tears away as fast as she could. She knew. Or she had a damn good idea at this point. The clothes he'd fabed for her fit her well. Anjali looked like a real spacer. The skin of her arms and her soft mid drift set exposed. Dwayne averted his eye to the deck. With everything else, he figured she didn't need a stranger gawking at her.<br/><br/>“<b>What year is this, Dwayne?”</b><br/><br/>"CY 964." he said.<br/><br/>It let it hang in the air for just a moment. The number he'd just muttered was three hundred past what she was probably hoping to hear. Three hundred was not a large number, but Dwayne imagined it was likely the heaviest number Anjali had ever felt.<br/><br/>"I use this area as a dead space jump to avoid pirates. I've landed here dozens of times. Then one day I land out of FTL and boom. Rath-Yatra's setting on the left side of my view port. I never heard the name Srinivasan until you spoke it. I'm just a spacer by trade. I marked this location and came back for salvage operation. I found your pod in the med bay. I was going to drop you at a med facility. They're better at this sort of thing than I am. But your pod started the reanimation sequence while we were still on board. I rushed you back over here to keep you from waking up in a vacuum. The rest you know. Is there a surname of any family I can look for? A place where you're from? I can try and raise them on coms." Dwayne explained.