Daniel felt unnerved by the robot's reactions. After he requested paper, it seemed to scrutinize him for a split second, as if judging whether or not it wanted to grant his request. He imagined he was being judged, but before he could think about it for very long, its voice addressed him with all the familiarity of an old bests friend.<br/><br/>As the sheets of paper were handed to him, Daniel looked into the roving camera-eyes on the robot's face. He wondered whether there was anything in its programming that could trigger an emotional response in it. It seemed unlikely, but he found himself gripped by the curiosity of having that be a possibility. He nodded his thanks.<br/><br/>Once he had the paper in his hands, his muscles released a bit of their tension. His jaw had been clenched, as had his right thigh and forearm. He folded all the papers into a long, thin rectangle and placed them in his mouth. Holding onto those with his teeth, he continued to listen as the others interacted with the robot.<br/><br/>Two of the women in the group seemed to put their concerns and questions into their voice, asking questions that had only hazily been floating in Daniel's head. The scarred woman and the other man that had woken up seemed to be a bit more reserved, and unless he had missed it while losing himself in his own exploration of his body, had not spoken up. One other was still asleep. He couldn't bring himself to form an opinion of anyone apart from the robot. How could he pass any sort of judgement on another person when he didn't even know what kind of person he was himself?<br/><br/>It seemed that the only answer to that was to begin forming himself again, as he must have in his previous life. One question in particular nagged at him. The robot claimed to have proper documentation of their consent to this mission. But without any memories, how was he to believe the authenticity of anything he saw written on a paper? How could he know they weren't forged? If they were signed, would he even have the same signature now? He wanted to ask all of this to the robot, which had called itself Eivi this entire time.<br/><br/>Life. The concept of it was unknowable in his mind. The robot was taking, saying something about going to the learning room so they could begin an education that would help them prepare to colonize a new planet, a new planet in which they'd land in some five hundred years. Learning. What would they learn? Why did they still know things, and how much of the things they'd learned before had they forgotten? Was the Eivi capable of learning? If so, would that be one of the requirements of life? Was Eivi alive?<br/><br/>He couldn't seem to form the right kind of questions to get the answers he wanted, so he followed the robot's cue and began walking towards the door. He glanced at the paper in his hand. It had a jagged, abstract pattern from the tearing he had done on it. The shape, if it resembled anything, was that of a set of curved lightning bolts, or several plumes of flame. It was an oddly pleasant sight.