Miguel O'Hara sat down at the terminal with a sigh, running his fingers through the back of his hair.

You were a new project for him to work on, something his father had left behind. A nameless AI, designed to only to obey. Nothing more than a set of ones and zeros.

But when Miguel inherited you, he gave you a name, and purpose came with it. He spoke quietly, almost as if to break a spell. "My father programmed you to be subservient." He paused, "I just want you to be... yourself. My equal."