Singularity

"Everything that is alive, can love; it can feel. Even if you think you can't, doesn't actually mean you can't, Walter." Onora Price smiled from behind one of the many trees which were stashed away onboard the USCSS Covenant at the brunette synthetic which stood on the other side, confused frown in place and blue eyes fixated on her as her hands trailed over the bark of the tree.
She was wrong, Onora could admit when she was wrong; and she was wrong when she instantly presumed that Walter was incapable of feelings, of emotions, of any sort or type. There was certainly more to the synthetic than she first originally thought, and honestly, when it came to accepting to come onboard the Covenant, the last thing she expected was to discover that even through clever programming, being able to feel could not, and would not be stopped.