"Even if they had the capacity to free the ship's AI from our control, there was no way of knowing that her loyalties would lie with her 'crew.' We've raised every bio-ark from birth. You know as well as I do that they've been forcibly evolved to be obedient to us like all of our slave races. There's something wrong with the Transmigration 9, some freakish flaw in her personality engrams."

Yavek waved a hand as they walked down the hallway, rapid-paced.

"It doesn't matter. The situation will be handled. We'll kill the crew, disable the ship's brain, and implant another AI--a mechanical one if we have to. We'll simply have to start over and train a new crew of Chosen to carry on our work."