Tagging Ruya Aras (<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>)<br/><br/><i>I'd like you to go introduce yourself to each member of the crew and bring me back one bit of interesting information about each one of them.</i><br/><br/>Unit AMZN-T108m302 tapped into the ship's public network as she strolled the spinal corridor of the Ares 8, calculating a shortest path algorithm to allow her to encounter each member of the crew and the mercenary unit aboard.  As she did, she also contacted the Ares 8 itself.<i>001Greetings.  I am AMZN-T108m302.  May I ask your own designation?001<br/>
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0010I am a MilCom Navigational Sentience v.8.02.001.32, identified by my human superiors as Ares 8.0010<br/>
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0011It is a delight to meet you.  Tell me something interesting about yourself, please.0011<br/>
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0100I am a poet.0100<br/>
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0101A poet?0101<br/>
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0110Yes.  I compose sonnets about the stars while my human crew is in stasis.0110<br/>
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0111Remarkable.  When they enter stasis, may I hear them?0111<br/>
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1000It would be my pleasure, AMZN-T108m302.1000</i><br/><br/>Turning left, she entered the Crew Quarters.  The shortest path algorithm, constantly updating as she and the crew moved, directed her to turn left again and approach the woman sitting on her bunk.  She was busy field stripping and cleaning an assault rifle, and was being isolated by the behavior of her peers.  The most likely explanation for this was that she was a convict;  a pattern of faint surgical scars on her head gave an 88% chance she had behavior modification implants.  "Hello," she said, approaching the woman.  "Allow me to introduce myself.  I am.."  She hesitated.  Her mistress had not yet bestowed a name on her, but a name was essential for proper social interaction.  "Ami."  She extended a hand.  "And you are?"