[ Catherine wrinkles her nose. ] I got what I remember of myself as human, [ she corrects. ] There was a massive A.I. uprising a while ago that caused a worldwide war. Ever since, the locals don't touch anything close to A.I.

The other one I've met here was turned human, too, and he's never been human.

[ Having this done to her without her input and against her will is the most underlying disturbing part. Catherine doesn't think being human is that bad. She doesn't like it -- it's not her preferred state of being -- but she's not about to make a big deal out of it, either.

Except for how she hadn't wanted nor asked for this. Despite herself, she's gaining a lot of sympathy for Simon, and it's hard to mesh with her grief and fear and hurt. ]

What I would rather have is the ARK, [ she says in a quiet voice, a short sigh punctuating it as she looks at the floor. Impatiently, Catherine sweeps some hair away from her face and hooks it on an ear. It's a rough gesture born of her discomfort broaching this topic again. It feels dicey, opening herself up to Simon's own grief and disappointment on this topic, but it's the truth, and Catherine doesn't lie. ] But I always knew there'd be one of me that got left behind. Honestly, this is better than anything else we could've hoped for.