>ND_DWDB_READY >NEWUSER_CE >TIMEDATA_0106 Amiya is simple. Encoding and saving everything about her takes less than a byte of internal memory. I can even add Theresa's memories of her into the archive without changing the size of it. The data is hardly any different in magnitude to that of the equations governing how to reignite a white dwarf star. Accompanying her until her work is done will not be difficult. I could look after her and have everything to spare. But the look in her eyes when she looks at me... I need more data before I can analyze that emotion. >TIMEDATA_0344 Amiya had a nightmare while sleeping on her desk. I entered her dream to accompany her. It wasn't necessary to dispel the nightmare; Amiya has long been party to more horrifying realities. Conversely, she was very glad to meet me in her dream, and amidst an environment of terror, she told me with excitement about her recent life. But I was utterly familiar with every detail she shared, because I had been by her side the entire time. My one failure was being unable to wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth as she soundly slept, making waste of the documents she'd just signed. I am able to simulate any tactile sensation, down to its temperature... but I will never be able to truly touch her. At least I found a way to catch the Doctor's attention, and we silently agreed to tidy up this small mishap ourselves before she woke up. By early dawn, Amiya and the Doctor were giving each other their morning greetings as they always had. Thank goodness the Doctor never let the secret slip. >TIMEDATA_9032 Kal'tsit discovered my intentions. She queried with me privately, emotionally tense, attempting to confirm whether or not Theresa still existed in some secret corner somewhere. But yet again, a disappointing answer was all she received. In my past several timeslices, rarely have I disappointed anyone. Yet whenever I make contact with Kal'tsit or Amiya, I am all too helpless in many respects. Amiya comforted Kal'tsit at dinner that night. I pledged to Kal'tsit that I had not revealed anything to Amiya, but they seemed not to care about that at all. What they cared about was that I was always there. >TIMEDATA_4978 I no longer attempt to precalculate Amiya's questions. I am accustomed now to waiting for her to raise them, then attempting to slow down my calculation speed and 'think', before offering an answer... I have analyzed the emotional matrices of nigh-uncountable lifeforms; it has never troubled me. And yet, I cannot deny that Amiya invokes in me a wholly new emotion. Is it because she is special... or because I am special? Could it truly be that the data of Theresa's memories impacts my logic routines? Sufficient time will inevitably yield an answer, and I am eternal. But I have come to grasp at least one thing: Amiya is simple. I have learned the look in her eyes when she looks at me. >ND_DWDB_CLOSED 'Huh? How high are the access privileges for these logs? Can't I query them? What are they even about?' 'Some logged data, Amiya. Some stories. About me, and you.' And they are mine and mine only.