She tilted one eye to look at him, and then both. "Doctor! I'm glad you're still here," she smiled.

"No, I'm pondering the meaning of memory, actually. I remember cleaning these datastores, and putting them away," one hand drifted over the thumb-sized golden oblongs scattered over her area, "but I have to check, because maybe my memory is false, or maybe someone tampered with them while I was away. Or both."

Of course in theory the only person who might tamper with them was Stacy herself, and why would she put a program into Anwei's datastores - because she was forbidden from running it herself, and would use me to work around that limitation. Come on, Anwei; you've seen AIs tweak their orders before.