Is this Regret? A simple phrase I've heard all the time. The Captain said it, The First Officer said it and now... it's all i cab think of. The last two centuries I've spent teaching this race of Hookbarjir to rebuild and repair this vessel so I could return is all for naught. how many of my AI counter parts survived? Are there Any survivors? I don't know, How could I know. I'm distraught? No, Angered? Possibly, Sad? Very.

I run the information again only to find that it is very much true. How could I have gotten my crew stuck and force another race to rebuild only for everything to be for naught. I notice my core over heating, I need to distract myself, I know I'll see if the crews...families...survived....oh that is a bugger. If I had a body I'd would have lashed out in anger, I'm the Navigation AI of the Warship Demaclies how could I have avoided this? The answer To the screams I'd never get.

I look back at the Aliens, Hookbarjir, That have become our salvation as they fix up the last few things, soon I'll be able to awaken the eight surviving crew members of my ship, but what do I tell them? That we-They are the last Survivors of the Ketturn Empire? How will they take it? they are only eight, They can't restart their race too many mutations would occur

Is this Regret? The question pops up in my processing feed, i stare at it as everything that has happened in the last ten hours scream inside my core, My data, My being...

Is this Regret? Yes, Yes it is... I'm sorry Function placed on standby