Singularity

Archive Log: 26

"Walter, please report to the bridge." The rather calm voice of Mother echoed out over the intercom of the ship. If anything, the reaction from hearing her was for Walter to hesitantly look down. He was still being used as a pillow. He had been used as a pillow all night. Onora hardly moved from his side. Even when she went to turn, she kept a hold of his arm and pulled. Walter had little resistance against her, he could've, but he didn't. Mainly because a small part of his brain was registering enjoying this closeness.

"Walter, please report to the bridge." Mother's voice repeated several moments later.

Walter frowned, "Yes, Mother." He replied, loud enough for it to be picked up on, yet not loud enough to wake the sleeping blonde in his arms. She looked content, which was something Walter never even contemplated happening. Everyone else tolerated him, yes. Treated him like a part of the crew, yes. But there was also always a coldness, an indifference even. Overlooked slightly, yet there. "Nora," Walter placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. It seemed a bit counterproductive, everyone had just slept, and now today they were being put to sleep, again. Just for a longer period of time of course. There was a quiet grumble from the woman wrapped up in the thin blanket of the bed. She seemed to have it in mind to nestle down more, her face burying against his upper arm as she let out a content sigh, upon seemingly succeeding in moving the pillow which was obscuring her from feeling his skin against hers. "Nora, I have to leave." That seemed to cause a frown to appear on her face. He tilted his head, surely she knew he'd need to anyway? He could've just left, only to come back to collect her, or find her later to lead her and the others to their hypersleep chambers.

Eventually she turned over onto her back and looked up at him tiredly. Walter looked her over, she seemed fine from last nights activities. He was concerned that he may have harmed her, but no. If anything she seemed to be a little sleepy still. "Walter-"

"Walter, please report to the bridge."

Onora glared upwards, "He'll be there in a moment, Mother." She snapped, her expression calmed as she looked to him. Even Walter looked displeased, he had answered the AI already. Yet, Mother had a tendency to be a little short tempered. Well, maybe impatient was more the word. "I don't want you to go." She whispered, Walter's eyes dimmed sympathetically.

"I understand."

"Do you?" Onora asked quietly, this was one of those times where she was uncertain whether he fully grasped the implication of the situation, and of what he was saying. Or even what she was saying, for that matter.

Walter inclined his head, " Of course," he said, silence reigned again. In the meantime of waiting for him to answer, Onora wrapped the blanket around herself and sat herself up. She combed her hair behind her ears, ruffled from sleep and general moving against the pillows, Onora looked to him again. Walter sat beside her, the most he had done was comb his hair down. He didn't seem to appreciate his hair still being stuck up in odd directions. "Why would we want to part ways?"

Onora blinked slowly and smiled, she nodded her head. "We don't."

Walter nodded agreeing with her. "I may not fully understand emotions, and feelings. But I do understand this situation."

She laughed quietly at that, "I am glad you do! Or else this, this right here would be the most awkward morning after I think I've ever had." She reached up and placed her hand gently against his cheek. Stroking his skin, she smiled softly, "You better go though. Mother will be calling again soon, probably." She leaned forwards though and kissed him gently before leaning away with a smile. "It's a shame, really."

"What is?" Walter asked, looking and sounding a little perplexed.

"If...if you were human, I doubt Mother would nag at you so much. Not, not...not that I dislike who you are, Walter. I...am fond of you," Onora said, Walter looked her over. He hadn't seen her resort, and return, to the awkward tone of voice she was using right now. If anything, over the course of this mission her confidence had grown. Whether she knew it or not, it had.

Patting her hand, Walter slowly removed it from his cheek and placed it carefully on the bed, as if she was going to break. Looking around, he spied where different items of his clothing was. Reaching down he grabbed his trousers, standing and pulling them on he was dressed within seconds. So neat looking, Onora would be none the wiser that little less then five minutes ago he was sitting naked beside her.

Walking around the bed to the door, he leaned down and kissed her cheek before moving off and out of the room. "Mother, prepare the sleeping chambers." Walter padded his way down the corridor, sticking his hands in his hoodies pockets as he did so.

"Morning alarm shall be in fifteen minutes, Walter."

Walter nodded, he walked into the small room which housed the hypersleep chambers. He looked over each one. Mother had already preprogrammed in everyone's information. All that was needed was for Walter to double check all was fine, and for the crew to be here. When they all woke up, there wouldn't really be any need for breakfast, or any other routine as such. All the crew needed to do was to dress in the white garments which were supplied for the sake of sleep, and come here.

He was just finishing looking over one when the alarm overhead started ringing. He straightened up and looked around the room. In the distance he could hear voices, they didn't sound all too happy. Walter walked over to stand near the first chamber, of course they weren't happy.

"Good morning," Walter said politely while crossing his arms behind his back. His hands clasped as he watched one crew member after another come into the room. All were looking as unhappily as the next. Some were even yawning away. No one looked particularly happy with his greeting. Tilting his head when he spied Onora, she sent him a smile before finding her chamber and jumping up to sit on the side, although she ended up slipping in. No one else really paid mind to her startled face by this, everyone was saying bye to their loved ones.

One by one the security team were put to sleep, next came the pilots; those which were more in charge than others were last, and Daniels had sent Walter a wry smile noting how he had kept Onora awake, and even walked around avoiding her chamber. Daniels could understand not wanting to say goodbye. Yet, like everyone else, he'd need to. And when it came to her, Walter got her arms thrown around him, Onora squeezed on tightly and kissed him quickly several times before pulling her legs up and into the chamber. She wiggled and sat comfortably before laying. She looked up and watched the lid slide shut, through the small glass window she could see Walter pressing buttons and commencing hypersleep. He placed a hand to the glass, watching as her heartbeat vitals showed up, steady, growing steadier by the moment before her eyes slid shut.

"Mother, program the date in when they're needing to be woken." Walter said while finally moving away from Onora and taking to walking to the back part of the ship. While in this part of the ship, he thought to fit in a check for the colonists.

"Consider it done." Mother replied, then turned silent as Walter stood in the small corridor aisle which ran between the racks of hanging chambers. Turning, he leaned down to check on the embryos, the silence was almost deafening. Yet, he got on with the small jobs and tasks which he had been assigned.