Much about me is classified. . .
normal humans think of me as a freak. . .well. . .guess that is because I am not understood. . .actually I don't really care what other humans think of me. . .
When Johnson died. .well he was my good friend. . .I don't call many friend . . .I think he was the only regular who understood and accepted me. . .I will miss him.
USNC tells me what to do. . .I do it.
What?
Thought I was in that cold dark chamber. . .awaiting the time I am needed?
Humm. . .well. . .I am here. .Cortana awoke me . . .so I guess I am needed once more. . .