Ishi pulled up along side Arizona and created a bridge between the ships. Ishi hoped the conversation would be a first step in helping Ari remember what happened to her, so long ago. The other ships still hadn't accepted her, which was understandable, she thought, given the circumstances in which they met, and her methods weren't always the most orthodox. Ishi wished she understood better the complex permutations created within the minds of the ships, each mental model seemed to grow and develop along its own path, independent of their assignments or their types. The longer they were away from the fleet, the more eccentric they seemed to become. Ishi pondered this as she walked across the bridge, her long amethyst hair blowing in the breeze. So there would be two things to talk about and a gift to change hands...<br/><br/>"Permission to come aboard admiral," Ishi said, standing at the foot of the bridge-side connected to Ari's deck. Two of Ishi's subprocessors had come across, carrying a large retangular object, covered in a silk bag. "They say a picture is worth a thousand words," Ishi smiled, "allow me to share a story with you...<br/>"<br/><br/><br/>