Return to Coruscant [Exemplary]

[Vitruvius]

The plan was becoming a success. Locked up in cuffs he would easily rip through with his inhuman strength, the robot politely stayed within the confines his captor put him in. His cooperation was all hers, she made the effort to help him while knowing nothing about him other than his perceived level of danger. The logic was bare that going with everything she said would mean less trouble for both of them and prove his intentions of being obedient.

And while he had no plan of escaping or fighting now that he was alone with the machine counterpart, he still would have been distracted by the interior of the ship. Its exterior was already impressive in its sleek looking design. Since coming to Coruscant, a lot of his knowledge was based on reading what was out in the Dataverse as well as the Library, seeing this ship up close and personal gave him a more realistic reference to how advanced technology was in this verse. Amazing how in his world, he was single-handedly the most technologically advanced creation. Here he still felt unique, yet outclassed by the surreal and almost anachronistic technology. Before he was online, the world seemed to radically update its cutting edge every year or so. If Coruscant was reminiscent of a sci-fi future, then how obsolete had he become? Suddenly he found himself thinking of numerous and appropriate quotes by robotic characters from Asimov's novels. They seemed more...relatable?

The far-seeing blue lights that were Vitruvius' eyes scanned his surroundings. The tech was incredible. So advanced. So sophisticated. His references had been sci fi novels and shows. Ranging from derelict and abandoned interiors, to cluttered and messy decks by space bachelors to the pristine bridges kept to military standards. This ship was none of those. Judging from his new host, he made the estimation that it was due to her being a machine like he was. Or it could have been her feminine design. But that was a baseless supposition. While he was “male” and identified as “male”, he wasn't built to the specification of typical male behavior. It would not make sense to create a hunting construct with feminine habits.

Out front he could see the wide windshield. If this ship could traverse the stars then he wondered what the view would be like. Looking at star charts, digital maps of the universe and video feeds of astronauts recording what the great, seamless expanse looked like could never compare to the actual sight. With a window like that, it must be a lot to take in. Did this construct appreciate beauty the way he was programmed to? Or was he unique in the sense that though he was a robot, he was given human sense of appreciation? If they were given the opportunity to communicate with one another, he had plenty of trivial queries to pose about her travels and the sights.

The presence of the ship's AI, as the pilot had pointed out, had not been something he calculated. He supposed even if she were a sophisticated machine like himself that she'd need an AI to assist in flying. He certainly didn't know how to fly a space ship so having back up would be appreciated. He had never interacted with another AI before. In one day he was in the company of two. It was immensely fascinating to him.

After a long while, his questions formulating into reasonable words, Vitruvius spoke, “Adam, was it? Who are you two? And what kind of ship is this?”