More dozing.
“。 . . can explain to us what is wrong?”
“My memory banks are faulty, so I cannot offer more than cursory explanations—but perhaps those will be sufficient.”
I turned over on my side, and dipped back down into sleep.
“。 . . do not know where I originated, although a fragment of a memory implies I was created by human beings. I am not certain whether other species of sapient life exist. I believe I could answer that once . . .”
Around six in the morning, I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Rig lay below an open access panel, fiddling with something underneath the ship. I flopped down next to him, yawning. “So?”
“It’s incredible,” he said. “Have you told Cobb about it?”
“Not yet.”
“Why delay? I mean, what if this thing can make the difference in fighting the Krell?”
“Theoretically,” I said, “humans had this thing when they first fought the Krell. It didn’t help then.”
“I would note,” M-Bot said, “that ‘it’ is listening.”
“And?” I asked the ship, yawning again.
“And it’s generally considered bad form for humans to speak of one who is present as if they are not.”
“I can’t make you out, M-Bot,” Rig said, sitting up. “You say you don’t care about things like that, right?”
“Obviously I don’t. I’m a logical machine with only a thin veneer of simulated emotions.”
“Okay,” Rig said. “That makes sense.”
“It’s still rude,” M-Bot added.
I looked to Rig, then gestured toward the cockpit. “So, we have a magical talking starship with mysterious technology. Do you wanna help me fix it?”
“On our own?” Rig asked. “Why?”
“So we can keep it. And fly it.”
“You’re in the DDF now, Spin! You don’t need an outdated, broken-down ship.”
“Still here,” M-Bot noted. “Just saying.”
I leaned forward. “Rig, I’m not in the DDF. I’m in Cobb’s class.”
“So? You’ll graduate. I don’t care how few people he passes—you’ll be one of them.”
“And then?” I asked, feeling cold—expressing a fear that I’d never voiced, but one that had haunted me since that first day. “Cobb says he can let anyone he wants into his class. But if I pass? His authority ends there, Rig.”
Rig looked down at the wrench in his hand.
“I’m worried that the admiral will deny me a ship,” I said. “Worried she’ll find some petty reason to kick me out, once Cobb can’t protect me anymore. Worried I’ll lose it, Rig. The sky.” I looked toward the ship, glowing with lights along its side. “This is old, yes, but it’s also my freedom.”
He still looked skeptical.
“Think about how fun it would be,” I said. “Poking around inside an ancient ship. Think of what mysteries we could discover! Maybe M-Bot is all outdated technology, but maybe not. Won’t it be fun to at least try to fix him on our own? If it doesn’t work out, we can always turn him in later.”
“Fine,” Rig said. “All right, stop giving me the hard sell. I’ll try, Spin.”
I grinned at him.
Rig looked at the ship. “I worry this is beyond what we can do. Those boosters are ruined. We can’t just weld something like that back together. I’m sure there will be other parts that will need to be replaced, or fixed using tools we don’t have.” He thought for a moment. “Though . . .”
“What?” I asked.
“One of my job offers,” he said. “It’s from the elite Engineering Corps, the people who oversee repairing the starfighters—and the people who develop new designs. They’ve got the best labs, the best equipment . . .”
I nodded, eager. “That sounds perfect.”
“I was thinking of taking their offer anyway,” he said. “They told me I could come in these next two months, intern with them, learn my way around the shops . . . They were very impressed with my test scores, and with my understanding of schematics and advanced engineering.”
“Rig. That. Is. Awesome.”
“I’m not promising anything,” he said. “But, well, maybe if I bring them the right questions, I can get them to show me how to fix certain pieces of M-Bot. I’ll have to do it without making them suspicious. Regardless, we’ll still need spare parts. At least one full-size booster.”
“I’ll find us one, somehow.”
“Just don’t tell me where you get it,” he noted. “Maybe, when this whole thing blows up in our faces, I can claim I didn’t know about any possible thefts you might be up to.”
“A small decal on that power matrix reads ‘property of the Weight family,’ ” M-Bot said helpfully. “It looks to have been ripped, quite crudely, from a small chassis. Blue finish, judging by the scratched-off paint on the corner.”
Rig sighed. “Jorgen’s car? Really?”
I plastered on a smile.
“The internship will take a chunk of each day,” he said, rubbing his chin. “But I should be able to dedicate the rest to this, if I need to. I’ll have to tell my parents something.”
“Tell them the internship is super demanding,” I suggested. “And that it will take the majority of your time.”
“But,” M-Bot said, “that’s not true, is it?”
“Nah,” I said. “But who cares?”
“I care,” the machine said. “Why would you say something that isn’t true?”
“You can simulate emotions,” I said, “but not lies?”
“I appear . . . to be missing some code,” M-Bot said. “Curious. Oh, what an interesting fungus!”
I frowned, then glanced to the side, to where Doomslug had crawled up on a rock.
“Scud,” Rig said. “There’s some weird stuff up here close to the surface.” He shivered. “Can you . . . do something about that thing?”
“That thing is named Doomslug,” I said, “and she’s my mascot. Don’t hurt her while I’m away.” I walked over, grabbing my pack. “I need to get to class. You going to head below?”
“Nah,” Rig said. “I suspected I might not be back for a while, so I left a note for my parents, saying I was going to an employment meeting. They’ll just assume I got up before them. I can head down later—I want to have a look at his wiring first.”
“Great,” I said. “If you’re still here when I get back from class each day, I’ll join you in the repairs. If not, leave me notes telling me what I can do to help.” I hesitated. “Remember, I’m kind of a dunderhead at this. So you might want to give me the easy—but annoying—tasks.”
Rig smiled once more, settling down on a rock, looking at M-Bot. There was a light in his eyes, one I remembered from back when we started planning to become pilots. In that moment, seeing Rig like that again, I had my first real impression that this might work. Somehow, this plan might just work.