Not a fan of people, then. “My crew are good people,” it says, because that’s the truth. It doesn’t really expect B-4 to sustain a debate in the abstract like this, though. Maybe it can explain better later (it is already designing approaches that he might be more amenable to). Either way, it won’t force him to stay.
Oh, hmm, that’s a lot of wrong assumptions. It should be more exact with the things it says. Although, even running back over its own dialogue, it doesn’t think it could have predicted this train of thought–or at least not assigned it any appropriately high likelihood percentage.
“I have never met Noonien Soong. I read about him.” It didn’t really ‘read’, per se, but that is the simplest way to convey it, especially if he is more used to humans than other bots. “You did not create me. It is very likely that you don’t know anyone who was involved in my creation. …I apologize for the confusion.”
There are a few ways out of this room; Perihelion decides to open the door B-4 is facing towards. The control deck is objectively the most risky place to let an unattended foreign entity into, as that is also where most of its mind is located, but it isn’t terribly worried about B-4 trying anything. Nor about its capability to prevent damages if he did.
There are terminals here, although at this point they’re more to avoid visitors’ suspicion than to be functional. It doesn’t need commands contextualized as computer input.
“This is the control deck,” it tells him. “If I did not fly myself, humans would fly me from here.”
He doesn’t respond to that, but his eyes do flick back and forth as he considers the claim. He likes his new vessel; Peri is fun and kind to him in a way that no other spaceship has been before. People sometimes say things that B-4 later learns are incorrect, but he has no reason to believe that that would be the case now. Perihelion’s crew are good people. B-4 does not know whether he wants to meet them when they return.
“Oh,” he says, thinking again. “That is alright-- I am not confused anymore.”
The door opens for him. Despite knowing that the entryway is a part of Perihelion, B-4 does not consider that the ship might be choosing his path for him. Doors open when one goes near them, unless they do not-- and if they do not, that’s usually a good indicator that B-4 isn’t supposed to be in whatever special, secret rooms lurk beyond. He takes the opportunity presented to him and walks through the open door.
His expression lights up with interest when he finds himself out of the room with chairs and in a room with computers. He knows what these are-- he is a computer, too, after all!-- but has never been allowed so close to them without supervision and a cable trailing from his head. They’re important, and special, and fascinating.
B-4 takes a few hurried, excited steps toward the nearest console, then slows guiltily, as if expecting to be reprimanded. ...but the ship has said he is allowed here, and has not changed its mind yet, so...
“What does this do?” he asks, pointing at a control in the upper leftmost corner of the terminal. “What does this do?” he asks, pointing at a control just to the right of that one. “What does this do?” he asks, moving his finger to the right again, and then seems to realize something about Peri’s explanation of the control room that gives pause to what was sure to be a rather long series of questions.
“Are-- humans-- the only ones who can?” B-4′s gaze flicks again, looking around at the empty room.
“...can I fly you? I am. Shaped like a human. And it is just us here.”
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