<< You are recording everything, aren’t you? >>
The thought of missing the spectra plots flashed Datany’s mind.
<< Y, OF COURSE >>
Well, she could let her fears return to sleep in the deep mind.
<< Anyway…that plots are not enough to know what they’re thinking about >>.
The projector was ordered to shut off, so only the real sparkling points were seen, through the front hole. Out there so many soldiers were turned into lighting ashes, with no scheme working that a mind could grasp. The girl decided to speak her pressing thought: << I’ll go out >>.
The starship stayed mute. Datany’s teeth had a clung, then << …now! >> she added << Let’s unlock the suit box. Please >>. That seemed of no use, the starship was playing the stubborn AI.
<< Well, if I can’t have you to collaborate, I still have my hands. And this Astainium bar >> she picked up a one arm long strip of Astainium, piece of an ex-keyboard.
The girl with the power of a lever in her hands standed, facing the starship’s AI.
<< DANGER. WHY ARE YOU GOING OUT? >>
<< Show me the countdown again… please >> asked Datany, and then she shut her mouth with nervous intermittent pressure on her teeth.
<< 540 203.347 CORPSES >>
<< So few…CAN’T YOU SEE? They were tens of millions just some minutes ago! I’m going to rescue one of them. Scientific purpose. They’re for sure full of news about this galaxy and maybe moreover>>.
<< YOU CAN USE THE ARMS >>
<< You don’t have arms, you have sticky glue bubbles >>
<< ACTUALLY THEY WORK AS MY ARMS >>
Datany was still confident on her Astainium bar to break the lock of the suit box.
<< PLEASE, DATANY >>.