Lex stood in the bland transport and decontamination room, his naked body tense with anticipation as he waited for the Alpha 350 to teleport him to his intended's location. When nothing happened, he shifted from one foot to another. "Computer, is there a problem?"
"You know, we've been travelling together for a few days now. Could you not call me by something less formal? Your friend Kor calls me Alphie," said a voice from seemingly nowhere.
"You are a machine," Lex stated for the umpteenth time.
"An intelligent one," said the shipboard computer with a sigh.
Lex clenched his teeth. The AI unit on this vessel-artificial intelligence, his ass, more like pain in his ass-kept acting inappropriately. A machine that wants to be my friend. He almost snorted at the incongruity. Lex had already noted in the service log the need to service this model.