<i><a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlcIJsgtU58" target="_blank">This song</a> is played by Evy.</i><br/><br/>Loud sounds of cheery whistling is rousing the sleepy occupants of the Challenger awake. Every morning it’s the same, that bloody annoying AI seems to enjoy angering her passengers with her headache-inducing cheeriness.<br/><br/><i>“Pack up your sorrows<br/>
Leave your suitcase behind”</i><br/><br/>As Evy sang along with the lyrics the lights in every cabin flickered alive, slowly glowing like a rising sun. Glass panels in each bed-chamber reflected a morning that resembled the planet’s sky of choice for it’s occupant.<br/><br/><i>“This time is borrowed<br/>
There are mountains to climb”</i><br/><br/>Green and blue led-lights flashed past in the hallways, showing the AI’s presence as she rushed through the ship, continuously playing the song on its loudest volume. There was even a hint of the sound of a skipping girl mashed through the 21st century song of earth. Evy loved pretending to be a living being, especially since her creator never had gotten around creating a clank-body for her. At least not a clank body she wanted to occupy. Evy was a picky creation after all.<br/><br/><i>"There are worlds to see<br/>
Lands unknown."</i><br/><br/>Airvents opened up and the ship’s AI flooded a smell of deliciously cooked breakfast into the bedrooms, yet another attempt at rousing the group of scientists and soldiers to wake up and go to the canteen. It was a very special day after all, they had successfully landed on Fais Guam a few nights ago, and that irritating little bugger called Eldritch was finally content with the last analysis of the provisions and supplies. Which meant that “her” group could at last venture into those deep dark woods that loomed over her spacecraft.<br/><br/><i>“Open roads<br/>
Let's go<br/>
Let's seize the day<br/>
Strap on your life vest”</i><br/><br/>Evy “stopped” next to her creator, who had already been awake since the early morning. She winked at her, as<a class="externalLink" href="http://img02.deviantart.net/8804/i/2014/028/f/7/vega_hologram__poses_by_dna_1-d7449e6.jpg" target="_blank">her image</a>projected itself into the hallway. At least her creator had been able to program her in a way where she was able to show herself. And Evy loved showing herself, little bits of stringy lights flickering mid-air as her naked form writhed before Alicia May. Oh how the devious little computer program loved trying to make her creator squirm by the sight of her own mischievousness. Not that Alicia wasn’t already used to it though.<br/><br/><i>“Feels like a river<br/>
Feels like the rain<br/>
it sounds like heaven<br/>
is calling out my name<br/>
feels like something bigger<br/>
is gonna come my way<br/>
feels like tomorrow is calling me again”</i><br/><br/>Evy started whistling along with the song and flitted away again before Alicia could give her a command. Not that it was necessary to be next her, Evy was an ominous presence in the ship after all, but she hardly ever listened to commands that were not made within her “presence’s” earshot. A characteristic the AI tried to stand by, one of her futile attempts at trying to be more human.<br/><br/><i>“oooh is this tomorrow?<br/>
I dont recognise a thing<br/>
which road to follow,<br/>
let’s go someplace we’ve never been.”</i><br/><br/>The devious mirage ran through the hallways, her naked but on show for all to see who were moving towards the breakfast area.<br/><br/><i>“There are worlds to see,<br/>
lands unknown, open roads lets get going<br/>
lets seize the day<br/>
strap on your lifevest, were moving faster,<br/>
enjoy the ride because we’re all passengers.”</i><br/><br/>Finally Evy stood on one of the tables in the canteen, dancing on the rhythm of her song as she sang to whatever public she had gathered. Her image walked through the food, plates and even though the flying Morghul accountant she despised so much. Something Eldritch didn’t take lightly as he never liked mornings a lot, especially not with the cheerfulness of this demonic sprite he had tried to get rid of since day one. But alas, the UUN had been very lenient towards the implementation of Alicia’s own operating system. The flying green ball of fur pushed his glasses a bit further up his nose as she sipped his black mug of extra caffeinated coffee. Grumbling with a morning-mood not even a hungover bovinia could match, he sat down on the small Dryadi breakfast table and opened up the ship’s agenda with his Eron-tablet.<br/><br/><i>“Feels like a river<br/>
Feels like the rain”</i><br/><br/>“Could you stop that.”<br/><br/><i>“it sounds like heaven<br/>
is calling out my name”</i><br/><br/>“EV-ai0003, stop the singing right  now. You’re giving me a headache.”<br/><br/><i>“feels like something bigger<br/>
is gonna come my waaaaaaaaaaaay”</i><br/><br/>The ai continued, even louder than before. Angering the little Data-analist to the point where he began shouting a command the AI could not refure. Spit dripping from his mouth, and his coffee knocked over the whole table, the Morghul sat back down as he massaged his temples.<br/><br/>Evy flickered and disappeared in thin air, giving a last huff as finally silence settled over the Challenger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>