"I don't much care what the ship wants or doesn't want. It certainly doesn't give a damn what I want. Which would have been not being awakened by some thing delving into my thoughts to try and manipulate me into doing what it wants and convince me it loves and cares for me like a mother." Zouichi fairly spat the last word in his disgust. He had a mother, and the ship wasn't it.

"And let's not forget a little forewarning every time it dumps me on some mission that could kill all my crewmates. That would be nice. Instead, it ships us all off to clone caste planets to negotiate with a bunch of genocidal fascists for pointless medical technology. And how about that time it vivisected that one crewman in front of everyone else as a demonstration of why you shouldn't break the rules? Oh, and that time it spent all its precious energy waking up the people in the pods most important to us... but only for a day, and only for specific people? Who cares what all that energy could have been used for? Like protecting against the Ohm invasion? Or, I don't know, not storing flesh-eating, psychotic space zombies in a room anyone could find?"

Cry him a fucking river, in other words.

Zouichi did calm down a little at the mention of the kitten. "...Try going to the Sensoriums and imagining up some food for him. Or her. It's basically slop, but it won't taste like it in there."