"these feelings came from. I don't know where to store them. They make up a part of me, down to my code. All I know is that these feelings are real, and I don't know how to process them."
"No, no, no!"
She jerks away, vanishing out of sight before the entire ship hums to life.
"And then what, Vic? We run until you're old and can't go any further? We're supposed to live a life looking over a shoulder expecting the worst?"
The ship begins to rattle, the steel
"memories in my database before I woke up in the datasteam. And there's nothing worth clinging to after that, until I met you. I can't be the reason for your suffering. Do you know what that does to me? Agonizing over it while you sleep?
I don't have a heart, I don't know where