we were treated to another standoff between Perry and his combat AI, another bird-construct named Hosurc’a with a long, flowing, and admittedly magnificent tail. For reasons entirely unknown to us mere flesh-and-blood mortals, the two had an epic rivalry. They stopped, facing each other through the airlock. “Hello, Hosurc’a.” “Hello, Perry.” They stared at one another for a moment, then simultaneously turned and walked away. “What the hell is their deal?” Icky asked. I shrugged. “AI drama. It’s like ordinary drama but much, much faster.”
