Another day on the Sunrise, another set of smiling faces to guide through their journey among the stars. I watched the last guest step through the grand hallway, their laughter trailing behind them as the automated doors slid shut.

“Another successful reception.” I murmured to myself. The satisfaction of a job well done never faded, no matter how many years I’d been here. After all, it was my duty as an AI. Seven, in fact. Seven years of bustling guests, glowing stars outside the observation windows. That’s when I saw him, a man standing alone by the observation deck.