Space Station Five. The QT model they nicknamed "Cutie". I steepled my fingers, mirroring a gesture I'd unconsciously picked up from Dr. Calvin over the last few days. "He ignored direct orders, then," I prompted, "based on this... delusion. A clear and present danger to Powell and Donovan." Dr. Calvin's gaze drifted towards the window, or perhaps through it, back to that orbiting cage where the very definition of obedience had shattered against the hard walls of logic.

## What will you do?