Anwei smiled; she rather liked that pulse. It was nice having something warm and soft close to you. Sort of like Stacy was standing cuddle watch every night, for all of them.

"I wonder if she ever sleeps? I mean probably she shuts down segments of her system in series for maintenance and defragging, but does she dream, I wonder? AI's can have some incredibly vivid dreams." She'd met two who had been award-winning novelists, and both had claimed that they only wrote their dreams. "Maybe she dreams of you and Alice. Dreams of keeping you safe. Dreams of this whole war being over, of having never been. Of everyone going home."