Shuttle Vault from Orbit, landed.

The joint company of machine ambassadors Mr and Mrs are handling the analysis of the structure and the safety measures. According to Jack from his new body, he recognized signal in memories of the vault.

I was sent here to snoop for the mysterious witch marks. The witch marks having been reported on random settlements with little meaning. I know now it was thier flesh sister, Mrs Nick that caused those marks. I haven't reported that to my higher ups.

I have been wearing cover over my replacement eye and learning to write with my real hand. I didn't want to rely on machine sections that weren't of my control. Sir Mulberry has been helpful in that regard, he has actually been removing the wires that are part of what makes everything work. The guy suggested that I should have Jack do this then him.

I would assume he meant allowing Jack to use nanotechnology over me. Although, I think it was actually due to Jack having surgical experience as an assistant nurse. Imagines of working in a zoo were among the drawings recovered from the art room. All those drawings were hiding the plaster on the walls. Plaster she torn and destroyed before she left. So it is a question of what in that language was the human governor office seeking for.

The shuttle had landed with crater impact through the 90 inches of sea surface ice, actually managed to dip inside the sea water. Mrs Nick alone has managed to pull the wreckage out from the sea and built mound points for it sit above the ice. I don't really see the point of that, but she has to have access in and out. The door was torn on the inside a long time ago and rusted sealed. The door would have been in the water... so she got in and out another method.

"For a vault shuttle, why would there be a access into the craft from the engines?" Someone directed about the crawl space, indeed just large enough for someone to enter in and out. We gave the honour to the leading machines to go first. Given sometime it was 'no life' signal.

"Detective... We realize why you are sent here. And in spite of knowing whom you work for. We also trust you as a individual. Because you have the patch code to read what it is."

"But the moment that I do. So will my boss. This sounds exactly what he was hoping for."

"So how about this. You give us what the base letter equate to. Maybe some grammar. We can work it out." He pauses, "Well never mind." He mutters, "She bet you to the translating thing." He look around him, "Even the ceiling." He became caution with me watching me.

"If my boss knew the message, I imagine if it was dirty information if some kind against the parasite hive as a whole. He would use it to become his own and ate the leader of the current hive."

"Its something else. A sort of conversation. She was confused in her replies but she manages to retain her sanity." Mulberry peered down, "Come to think of it." He posed as if looking to someone there, "Jack. This isn't the first time you asked me about these marks. Back when you were just fled from the city and she was mostly human. Didn't she write marks like this then too."

The jolt of motions with a wall collapsed outwards. It seems that a punch in anger sent a panel skidding past us. I turn away from it, closed eyes from any mistaken sight.

"Given we can now translate her ramblings, I think we can work out the rest at home." A great suggestion. The shuttle as a whole, wall punched through included was picked up by the creature alliance. They are to deliver it to a specialist, so the claim goes. Given the very wrath at display by Jack, it was no surprise he was riding the scrap instead of back to the city. His wife was going to, but her expression for even the smallest of moment. It was something... human about it.

"Mrs." I voiced in distraction of her lost thoughts, "How best should I report this? The governor isn't the sort of guy I lie to."

"The scrap was indeed covered on witch marks. However given it is on the creatures territory, outside of dome limits. He must play mercy to the courts of creatures." I could help my honest reaction, "Don't worry about the spies on that side. They are terrified of her. She was just with us a moment ago. Not that we have the techniques or technology to see her. She was there with us."

"The more days pass the less human seems that Mrs Nick." I noted.

"I don't think Jack realize how long she suffered before they met." She stares to the air, watching the snow drifting again, "I knew. I was the computer system she worked analysis for cures for. How desperate she was to cure a illness that didn't exist. But that was my early life... before I was an ai. Those days were of a shell. A thing." She returns back to me, "If I could take the knowledge I have now and sent it to my shell then... I would have died in fried wires."

"Yet just a few words. You would do it at the cost of yourself." She knows it wasn't a happy choose and as more advanced in data we machines become.

The further back in out data we can go. In that regard, we beat humans with the abilities to turn back time. But the cost can be... pricey.

I myself was someone whom turned back. I realized now that I wasn't born further enough to prevent it. It's hard to watch the two ai whom are basically my grandparents. I realize my knowledge is pointless to them, for now. And to get back to this level of development was hard enough work as it was.

How does she work out I was different from my stone heart... my Quartz crystal?