All work and no play...

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There is an AI on the ship that goes by the name Bender Stack. It only pops up now and again, and now its function may finally be somewhat clear.

"Hey. Hey meatbag!" says a grating voice.

Bender Stack chases people away from work when they've been doing too much of it.

This is why Brainiac 5 leaves the Special Weapons Division and by the time he gets up to the Living Area (having decided to eat anyway if the irritating AI is going to heckle him out of work) he's about at his wit's end.

"--For the last time, I am not going to build you a robot prostitute! You're an AI, not a mechanoid, you couldn't interface with it anyway."

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[morphitudinous]

"Right. My apologies, I only caught the last strand of that statement. That's not a very productive request, is it? As you said, it would be unable to interface"---here Billy makes a bit of a weird face---"with any physical companion you built for it. The net result of that would be wasting your time and energy, unless the presence of a robot prostitute aboard has some benefit to the crew that I'm not thinking of."

The implications of that are vivid and disturbing, so he immediately shifts gears to more familiar matters. "What were you trying to accomplish before this lecherous AI intruded?"