In a broken spaceship, a digital human has retreated into her mind. Replaying old memories. All involve the same entity, a two feet tall white sphere. No decorations. No face. The voice is a monotone. The words differ, but from the countless memories, Bryllu can find no examples these aren't representative of.

A young Bryllu, clumsily flying around in the first body of her own creation, eagerly showing her work to the orb. The response, "Your thrusters are misaligned."

A slightly older Bryllu, uploading a record of academic achievements. The response, "Average."

"I've been accepted for a mining apprenticeship. I won't be around as much." Bryllu tells with excitement in her voice. The response "Do as you will."

More and more memories along those lines. And as she finishes looking through her memories, Bryllu asks a single question out loud.

"Am I a failure?"