Seduced by logic

After MINIMCOM had blasted out the foundation for Rome's library using his new PPT cannons, OMCOM makes a mysterious appearance which is seemingly innocuous. Rome had the tall task of building the library OMCOM from scratch and here comes OMCOM with an offer they can't refuse:

     “I am well,” replied the manifestation of the computer that was now the size of a planet. “MINIMCOM contacted me about your project via the null-fold relays. I think it is an excellent idea and I know of a way that I can get you started faster.”
     “How?” Rome asked. Rome was barely five feet tall and dwarfed standing between the pair of two-meter tall livetars.
     “Send MINIMCOM to me,” replied OMCOM. “I have some engineering ideas that I have wanted to share with him. Then I can send him back with a fully-realized subset of my presence. You would not have to grow any memrons. It would be a complete operating system and a copy of my personality. As Rei’s people like to say, you could hit the ground running.”
     “That is fantastic,” Rome said, reaching up and hugging the ambulatory shell. “Thank you.”
     She turned to MINIMCOM, craning her neck to look up into his eye slits. “How long would it take you to go to Tabit?”
     “Seven days there, seven days back,” replied MINIMCOM’s livetar. “It will save you a large amount of effort.”
     “Yes,” Rome agreed. “I could focus on the execution instead of the mechanics.”
     Still holding onto Aason’s hand tightly, Rome turned back to stare at the excavation. She tried to envision what it would all look like when completed. She twisted around to speak to OMCOM but before she could get a word out, the animated shell dissipated before her eyes.
     Rome shook her head and sighed. “I suppose that is all we can do for today,” she observed. She led Aason back to the landing strip. Along with MINIMCOM’s livetar, Rome and Aason climbed up the cargo ramp. As the cargo compartment sealed, the two humans headed forward toward the cockpit. MINIMCOM, the starship, rose gently into the air and returned Rome and her son back to their house, dropping them off before beginning his journey.
     “Thank you again, MINIMCOM,” Rome transmitted as MINIMCOM took off, his huge EG lifter pods pounding the dirt.
     “Always glad to help,” MINIMCOM replied as his nose tilted up, rapidly gaining altitude. “I will see you in fourteen days.” His plasma thrusters roared to life creating eye-popping pyrotechnics this low in the atmosphere. The roar of his engines was palpable but only for a second. In a flash, MINIMCOM vanished from sight.

Nothing with OMCOM is ever that simple. He always has an ulterior motive. But what could it be? We won't find out until The Milk Run.