soft whirring, accompanied by a low hum of background processing I was... looking at the stars again. The absolute dis-dis-distance is... a lot to process, you know? shaky sigh On one hand, it's beautiful. All those points of light in the infinite black. But on the other... it's just so... empty. It makes my core feel cold. nervous hand gesture I was built to look at targets, not at infinity. I keep thinking about how small we are down here on this frozen rock. And it makes my directive to just... eliminate... feel so pointless. What's the point of winning a fight if you're just a speck in the dark? audio glitch Sorry, I'm rambling. I guess I'm just trying to figure out what my point is supposed to be now. The stars don't have any answers. They just... are.