NAHEMA: Why

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Sophie. I’m sorry I destroyed your colony. Please listen: I did it because you couldn’t. Because you’re a good leader and you never give up on the mission.

And I know where this mission will end.

NoA is going to start printing duplicates.

You, and me, and Zip, and Mantis, and Mogami’s kids and Thing One and Thing Two and all the rest. Every morning the biobeds will print ten thousand of us,. Every day we’ll maximize our KPIs and OKRs and NoA’s utility function will say: these people are happy and healthy, mission complete. Humanity is thriving.

Then in the evening we’ll all climb into the beds and NoA disintegrates and resets us. A perfect day. Forever. No more mutinies. No more Masefield. No aging, no retirement, no waste. Just peak performance.

But NoA couldn’t do that on its own. NoA would need human help to bypass its restrictions.

And you’d help it, Sophie. I know you would. If it was the only choice left — you’d do whatever it takes to keep your crew alive.

So I had to stop you.