"Well no, technically, this is an LMI - Limited Artificial Intelligence. It probably isn't much smarter than a Earth rat, but it has language and can use it within certain rules. I'll have to see if I can make it smarter," she says, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Horanckk couldn't fit his code into a box this size, I think; even if he could, he'd never trap himself in something that couldn't move. I'd expect him to be wearing a really powerful probe-body, with lots of manipulators." Or, alternatively, to just park himself somewhere in Stacy out of sight, and stealthprogramcharm his way into her good graces.

She settles in the backyard facing the wall, holding the box in front of her. She frowns faintly, but her hand keeps moving in its regular circuit over the box. "Ideally there's be a big fat data file called What The Ohm Are Up to, or Where Horanckk Is Waiting For You. At least I hope there's something to repay for your efforts in finding the box. But if something comes out that looks sort of like a large tailless monkey, but with a really big mustache, and I can't grab it - whack at it with the hammer. it's non-sentient, it'll go for the motion instead of for you, and then I can pin it down."

Anwei's School of Infant Care, Lesson One: Bring a Hammer.