Synthesis - James Swallow
“I AM TITAN,” SAID THE HOLOGRAM, AS IF IT WERE OBVIOUS.
“I am everything this ship is, every fragment of knowledge and data. And you are my crew. This will not do,” it said. There was a swirl of virtual pixels, and the hologram melted into the shape of an attractive human woman. Her hair was dark, her eyes bright with intelligence; she wore a formfitting Starfleet uniform in command red, without insignia or rank. She smiled. “This will suffice.”
The captain’s eyes narrowed. “Why have you ...