"Sir, I've heard it is a common insult to call someone a know-it-all. Statistically, it is impossible to truly know everything - A fact shown by my distributed hardware's data storage limitations against the known unknowns of the universe at large." In the robot's point of view if you knew everything in the world, how would you store and encode it? What sort of network would you need? SALVO had enough trouble keeping the load balanced between the skeletal robot and the centipede. "I think I was getting at that point when I thought I'd seen it all and needed to see a change." In the background, Sal had been probing and monitoring the status of the limited Artificial Intelligence, whose name they'd pieced together from a data log one of the marines found in a former bunkroom as 'Panasilus' or Pan for short. The crew apparently thought well of their AI enough to invite it to participate in regular events and meetings. Sal wondered how, then remembered that where he was standing was a puppet of his true self, and the AI could've done the same - it broke down reservations and barriers when a distributed network had a person-friendly, roving body you could talk to. Code: > sudo run lairep -src "ext-P:/" -readaddress $myMem -diagnose $myDiagnosis. ##### Limited AI Repair Tool ##### Reading Address... 100% (Estimated Size: 256tb) Assessing Diagnosis File... 100% (37.5mb/37.5mb) Sandbox initialised with allocation 512tb. Running Localised Reconstruction in Sandbox... Sal couldn't stand to listen to the limited artificial intelligence babbling and shrieking as the slivers of its distributed, fractured consciousness were each grabbed, and laid out within digital sandbox space like a jigsaw spilling from its box. All Sal had done was find the edge pieces and the corners, but it was up to the program he was running to piece things together. Who knew how many pieces wouldn't fit within the frame given, unable to fit with the whole that'd been laid out in diagnosis. "I suspect that the LAI is only allowing us to get away with what we're doing because it has no control over its body at the moment." Sal surmised as they watched the reconstruction take place, the meter ticking ahead by a percentage point every minute or so, the fragmented voice going quiet as coherency was being returned. "If I'm going to put the LAI back in control of this place, I'm going to want to talk to it first. Do you want me to pass anything along to it aside from the pertinent facts and queries about the past, sir?" A few percentage points were knocked off the meter when it was discovered some pieces of the consciousness were beyond repair and didn't fit neatly with the rest of the AI - the fragments put aside to be fit in later - perhaps when the Salvage Marines had a bigger idea of the whole.