"I just gave it a voice," Jack said. "It started flirting all on its own. Low levels of sentience. Makes it more intuitive over time." Jack could travel, catalogue, access nearly any other system. It ran his considerable life - kept everything on track. Some days, years, decades, it was Jack's only companion, his only constant. He could count on it no matter what.

His fingers idly played with the screwdriver. He'd always liked it. The green more than the blue, if he was being honest. Not only because of the versions of his companion that he associated them with.