Some days, I just don’t get people.
I mean, I used to be one, glands and all. Then came cancer, and given limited choices, I volunteered for the SCID project. So now I’m a brain and a spine wrapped in some of the most complex machinery ever built. And that’s wrapped in starship going about twenty percent of c.
So, as you might gather, I have a lot of responsibilities. But they want to take up my time chatting about baseball, dating, whatever. I have half a mind to reduce the oxygen to the crew modules.
I’m almost completely kidding.