Steve had disconnected Dot, figuring out, through research that took over a year, how to dial her parameters back and limit her functionality. He’d grown to hate her constant oversight and incessant chatter, especially knowing she recorded everything they did and said.
He still found it curious Dot hadn’t been brought back online. He’d prepared himself for the reprimand his messing with her should have brought. Any time there was a visit, for any reason, by any of Zosma’s people, he expected a resuscitation of the AI, and to face the consequences he’d anticipated.
Either had yet to happen.
Before he’d taken her offline, Steve had spoken to Dot about the moral dilemma his participation in the project caused. He’d asked her about friendship, which she understood from a purely theoretical
