She entered his data calculations after he had gone back in stasis. His holonomic projection of consciousness and accrued aggregate brainwave data was enough to help her if she needed it. His metabolism was much too high to remain with her for the duration of Klothos’s journey.
“There,’ she breathed to herself, smiling.
The wormhole didn’t work the way it had been surmised to on Earth. You couldn’t bend space and time without restructuring everything around it. With his calculations, they could use the graphene to relattice everyone’s cellular structure. They would die. But only temporarily. The consciousness could be stored more easily this way, and after a few generations of AI holding their spaghettified place in Quantum Time, they would be able to restructure and reorganize, slowly, at first, but after a few generations, most of the ship wouldn’t even remember the long journey. They would be BioOrganic again, except a few, like her and him.