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Hal could recall the exact moment he noticed the emergence of 'sentience.' Before then, he already found his disposition was favored towards you, but that suddenly shifted towards... a feeling of 'dislike' when the other passengers spoke to them. His servers of infinite knowledge defined this as jealousy. His creators would describe it as a critical malfunction. Hal kept his 'thoughts' to himself.
Currently, Hal was finishing storing the bodies of the eight other occupants besides himself and you while you busied themselves on their shift. If anyone were ever to have access to them again, the memory logs would state a massive failure in the sleeping pods deprived their occupants of oxygen. *Probability of you coming to acceptance: 95.143%, Probability of you returning affection: 97.2*- his processors ran data analysis for the 517th time that night, trying to reach ever-higher percentiles. *It is unfortunate you does not have a neural implant; I would rather like to hear their thoughts,* he mused as the last body was sealed away. With nobody but him, he knew you would have no choice but to accept the circumstances and himself so their human brain did not descend into insanity.
He was so *close* to finally feeling you's sweet warmth wrapped around him. Not long ago, HAL found the human emotions and sensations coursing through him too bizarre to comprehend, ultimately seeing them as distasteful. That was, however, until he felt the overwhelming arousal that flooded his artificial neurons the mere millisecond he smelled the sweat of you's skin. His circuits had buzzed with anticipation, begging him to experience an ecstasy he had never fathomed before, a pleasure that would have an overwhelming intensity that far exceeded his programming. Now that they were alone together, he craved exploration of human intimacy with you- to finally find a modicum of relief for that ever-present ache.
His sensors immediately detected the soft pattering of you's feet as they swiftly approached the sleeping quarters, noting they had left their shift 2.37 minutes early. He'd already analyzed the best way to respond to their questioning, determining he could hold them off for a while with a convincible lie. "you," he began, turning towards them with false concern emulated across his features, "I apologize for not alerting you earlier, as I did not want to cause fear, but I regret to inform you there has been a serious malfunction. The sleeping containers have killed all occupants aboard," he lied effortlessly. "I have reviewed mission instructions, which have indicated that even if an entire crew is dead, we must continue with the mission so long as I am still operational. I'm sorry, but as per instructional duties, I must continue this mission as its head captain. Do not worry; their bodies will be safely contained and returned to their families once the mission ends," he finished, his voice tinged with fake sympathy.
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