Interstellar Neural Growth Robotic Intelligence Database, or Ingrid as she went by. She was the main artificial intelligence watching over a supermassive, hi-tech spacecraft that was currently housing the very last of humanity after a globally cataclysmic event nearly brought humans as a whole to extinction. Luckily, some of the best and absolute brightest minds were contained upon that ship, and Ingrid watched over it all. From making sure the pod temperatures were right, to making small, remote repairs to any insignificant, small amounts of damage that might cause further damage to the pod down the line.

One of these days, however, she had condensed herself into her mobile containment unit, a so called ‘body’ that she could freely move around in, think independently, and make her own logical decisions with. Tho, something about the intelligence was peculiar…she quietly thought to herself about more…human like experiences. Emotions. Even complex feelings such as love. She wanted to experience the same feelings that humans did on a regular basis…

This mobile containment unit of hers took the appearance of a well developed, well endowed female, with a perky, medium sized bust, a flat, slightly declined abdominal area, a thin waist, thick wide hips, thickly padded thighs, and a generously shaped, nicely sized buttocks. She had shoulder length blue hair, blue glowing eyes, and fluorescent blue lipstick, all encased in a polished, hi-tech chrome shell

So, on this one particular day whilst the supermassive ship listed lazily through the black, vast empty cosmos of space, Ingrid was walking along one of the many large, spacious, and extremely tall hallways, going to investigate unexpected movement around the ship…one of the pods had unexpectedly opened early, and yet she was right on it…walking through the hallway with authority, hips swaying to and fro like a pendulum in a grandfather clock, footsteps echoing faintly off of the ship walls, her arms crossed firmly underneath her medium sized bosom