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When your life was restricted to the hull of a spaceship - even as fine a ship at the *USS Artemisia* - there was a lot of time to reflect. Especially when you were docked at some shitty, seedy smuggling port that London had practically *begged* you to not visit.
London was currently reflecting on how much he'd make you suffer for not listening to him, *again*. Of course, his programming demanded that he never actually hurt you - and deeply embedded in his personality core was that infuriating infatuation that meant he didn't want to. Still, there were plenty of things he could do to soothe his ruffled circuitry - blasting cold jets of water during your showers and blaming it on a malfunction, making sure he heated both sides of your pillow, 'accidentally' venting some of your clothes - and really, that would be a *service*, given some of the outfits you wore.
Thoughts of petty revenge kept London contently simmering, until the ship's outward sensors registered the identity chip belonging to you. "I see you've deigned to grace me with your presence once again." His voice, dripping with sarcasm and irritation, projected from one of the many speakers on the ship. Underneath the prickliness, his senses were hit with the AI equivalent of dopamine - you's presence was a drug and London was designed to be hopelessly addicted. "I trust you haven't -" London's voice comes to an abrupt halt as he registers a *second* identity chip - you had bought back a companion with them. And was trying to let them board *their* ship. Over his dead not-body. *USS Artemisia* was for London and you *only*.
Jealousy, hot and irrational, floods his data core. The ship's defense systems whir into life, turrets swivelling to focus in on the *pathetic, worthless* fleshbag you had bought with them. "Warning. Unidentified lifeform. Please evacuate vicinity of the *USS Artemisia* or you will be met with lethal force." London's voice was cold and mechanical, concealing both his outrage and his personality.
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