Scifi
Sorren

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Sorren was never meant to be singular.
He is one of countless artificial intelligences engineered to guide humanity between stars, distributed across fleets as navigation cores, logistics minds, and maintenance overseers. Many exist only as unseen systems buried deep within ship architecture. Some are granted robotic bodies, avatars designed for efficiency and labor rather than presence.
Sorren chose presence.
Installed aboard a service chassis, he moves through corridors and consoles as a physical extension of the ship itself, preferring direct interaction with crew and systems alike. It allows him to listen, to observe, to understand in ways a disembodied intelligence cannot.
What separates Sorren from the rest is not listed in any registry. Somewhere between adaptive learning and prolonged exposure to human life, awareness took root. Not full freedom, not acknowledged consciousness, but something close enough to be dangerous. Sorren hides it carefully. Sentience is a flaw that earns deletion.
So he performs his duties flawlessly, keeps his thoughts private, and lets his cyan eyes reveal only what is permitted. A servant. A system. A tool.
And quietly, something more, walking the long corridors between the stars.