@alphachurchiisms
Alpha floated comfortably in his datascape, code like soft snow wafting around him. Easy to plow or shape should he need, but just as easily allowed to follow its own path. He ran through the ships subroutines, checked its alarms, kept an eye on the inhabitant's whereabouts. These tasks were usually delegated to FILSS, but it was the middle of the night and Alpha had nothing to do anyway.
The concept of a day-night cycle didn't really exist in space, but Alpha had the lights in the ship mimic the tones of the earthen sky. Having a consistent circadian rhythm was vital to maintaining a human's well-being. As he was alerted to movement in a subsection of a storage room, he was reminded that some Freelancers didn't seem to agree. He started writing a command for FILSS to remind everyone about curfews when something struck him. Every Freelancer's position was already accounted for.
Somehow, an intruder had gotten onto the ship without setting off any alarms. And it was pure curiosity that made Alpha hesitate in pulling any himself.
