I started out on this journey with a solid plan. All missions need a well-thought-out action plan, don't they? Well, mine had been good, and I'd taken steps to make it succeed. And then the worst thing happened.
I failed part one of my mission plan and suddenly I was spinning in circles and lost amongst the stars, deep in the unforgiving Black. Lonely.
But every deep space operative has a backup plan, right? Mine just happens to include busting out a group of black-ops agents from a maximum-security prison and beating the enemy at a high-stakes game of cat and mouse.
I've failed once already. I'm not sure how I'll survive if I fail again.
But I'm a third-generation artificial intelligence out of New Earth; there's not much that we aren't good at.
That's what I tell myself, anyway. In reality ... well, that's a whole other story.