‘Why did he preserve my brain? So he could resurrect it, every cycle. A new body, a new template - disguised, unknown. But inside - always me. Always Form to Matter. He knew you know,’ she said, ‘That I could do it. That I just refused to - ethics and all. Win every war. So he needed time. He built a machine that could mirror me, so when it 3D printed…’ She nodded as the dawning of what she said began to cast a net in his eyes, every threaded web of information slowly forming a tapestry of terror beyond human comprehension. ‘He’s terrifying, you know. But his AI is even scarier. As long as you don’t, you know, go against the Constitution or anything, you’re usually fine.’ She looked at the screen flickering behind them. ‘You should go now.’