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I don't know, Trance.

I just don't really
think it's me.

Don't you wanna
look good?

Well, only in so far as it
aids my official functions.

So your other outfits are,
supposed to be functional?

Well, they're all
approved variations

of High Guard
officer's uniforms.

FEMALE officer's uniforms.
VERY female.

Well, over seventy percent of
my original crew was human.

And studies have
shown that humans

feel more comfortable
with an Artificial Intelligence

whose persona is female

than any other.

Same thing's true for
Vedrans and Than.

So, your appearance is, uh

strictly for the psychological
benefit of the crew.

My entire existence

is for the benefit
of the crew.

Everything that I do,

from assisting Harper
with the right tool

to manufacturing
munitions and supplies

to monitoring
flight operations.

Even allowing you to
use me as a mannequin.

All of my functions
are designed to aid

the smooth operations of
this ship and its inhabitants.

Rommie, I can't believe
that you're actually saying

that the reason you look
like a walking heart attack

is for our benefit.

I'm not sure
what you mean.

All Beka's trying to say is that
she thinks you're pretty.

No, no. I think you went a little
overboard on the, pouty lips.

I didn't design
my appearance.

I extrapolated it.

In myth, Andromeda was
a Phoenician princess.

Now, since no one knows
what Phoenicians looked like,

I blended a multitude
of human physiognomies

to create this
plausible simulation.

So, what you're saying
is that you randomly

chose a bunch of, uh,
human female features.

You mixed them
all up and, uh

THIS was the first face

that you came up with?

I may have experimented
with a few options.

Define "a few".

One hundred and seventy thousand,
eight hundred and ninety four.

I KNEW IT!

Shipwide alert.

Dylan, I'm detecting
mechanical objects ahead.

Minefield?

No. Some kind of debris.

It's under power.
It's aiming at the hull.

And it's sticking.

Increase power to
the external AG field.

It's not repelling
the objects.

They're migrating along
the ship's surface.

Where to?

Hangar deck four.

They're forcing
their way in.

Beka. Tyr. Meet me
in Hangar Deck four.

- Code black.
- I'm on my way.

Repressurizing Hangar Deck.

Secondary airlock breached.

Debris entering.

Peace?

Hold your fire
until my order.

weirdness alert.

Andromeda,

activate security
counter-measures.

Open fire at the first
sign of hostile intent.

Counter-measures ready.

Please, do not
initiate hostile action.

I am Bio-sentient
Contact Unit

HG-1966HXCN5.

What is it you
humans say?

"Take me to your leader."

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization
in history, has fallen.

But now one ship,
one crew,

have vowed to
drive back the night

and rekindle the
light of civilization.

On the Starship Andromeda
hope lives again.

Will none of
you greet me

with the traditional
human hug embrace?

No.

Who's the bolt-head?

- He smells like cinnamon!
- Stay back.

No one wishes
to embrace me.

Ah.

I have neglected part
of the ritual greeting.

I come in peace.

You come in peace,

yet you forced your
way on to my ship.

I was instructed
to make contact

with maximum alacrity.

That means he was
supposed to do it fast.

Someone's been listening to
her language programs again.

You were instructed to
make contact by who?

Mm-Mmm.

By whom.

I am an emissary from
the Consensus of Parts.

I come in peace.

Take me to your leader.

Yeah, yeah.
We got it the first time.

Consensus of Parts. Anyone?

I always thought
they were a myth.

The Consensus is supposed
to be a big machine culture

that lives in the empty space
between star systems.

Where no ship
dares to tread.

Yeah, you forgot the part about,
preying on the unwary.

No. We never prey.

We seek consensus
and understanding.

We are the union
of the machine

the silicon coalescence.

- From the castaway parts
- Silicon coalescence?

of organic societies,
we form sentients.

Well, that's very admirable.

Even in our distant places,

we have heard the
legend of Andromeda.

We seek contact.

You came looking
for us specifically?

I was created for you.

The Consensus's
directing intelligence units

plotted 743 probably
lines of travel

based on your
last known location.

At each possible
destination,

a biomechanical
contact unit

was assembled
to meet you.

I have the fortunate
honor of greeting you,

and inviting you to meet with
a directing intelligence unit.

Take me to your leader.

This feels like a trap.

That thing down there

was obviously programmed
to make us trust it.

The child-like face,
the innocent persona

even the smell.

Protective camouflage?

In my experience,
devils very rarely

wear horns and
carry pitchforks.

Okay, well,
according to the stories,

the Consensus of Parts

is made up of billions
of interlinked machines,

all operating
strictly on logic.

And when it's logical for
them to kill people, they do.

Without hesitation.

So you both
think we should

dump this thing and
forget we ever met it.

You don't?

I don't trust this any
more than you do.

But if someone
says they want

to initiate
peaceful contact,

we have to at least
give them a chance.

Captain Hunt...

Save your breath.
He's got that look again.

- Yep.
- Maybe I do

but restoring the
Commonwealth is logical, too.

And if the Consensus agrees
with what we're trying to do,

well, they would
make a powerful ally.

We'll watch him,
keep him under guard.

But we will
talk to him.

You're out of uniform.

Oh! I'll go change.

No no no, tha-
it's, uh... it's fine.

Status on our guest?

Well, he hasn't
done anything

that would violate
our security,

and Harper and Trance appear
quite taken with him.

Hmm...
Trance in particular.

So, what do you think?

Do we let him take
us to his superiors?

I miss the old days.

I'd feel a lot better
about making first contact

with a full task
force at our backs.

I know how you feel.

We'll give it a shot.

At the first
sign of trouble,

I want you prepped
to run. Understood?

Understood.

This is wonderful.

The directing intelligence
unit will be so pleased.

And I can't wait to interface
with the Andromeda.

Interface. Right.
Over my dead body.

But I have to link my core
intelligence with Andromeda's

give her the necessary
transit codes,

astrogational charts,
and other information.

Why can't you just give
us the information directly?

I don't know.

My data in this
area is incomplete.

But the Consensus has very
few directing intelligences.

We guard them carefully.

Well, that's good to know.

Uh, would you
excuse us, please?

Of course.
I come in peace.

Yes. So do we.
Excuse us.

Oh...

I don't like this.

If I let you link up
with that thing...

I can erect a firewall,

limit his access
to a bare minimum.

And during interface,

I might be able to see if his
intentions are good or not.

I'm reasonably certain
I can handle him,

but only if you
think it's worth it.

Hello, brother. I am HG.
I embrace you.

Oh, it's worth it.

HG? Let's, go this way.

Oh...

Beginning interface.

Harper, status?

Everything seems
to be straight up.

HG hasn't touched
the firewall.

Comparing core
intentionality protocols.

You... care.

So do you.

Transmitting data.

Wow. This is the fastest
transfer rate I've ever seen.

Slow it down if you have to.
Just protect Andromeda.

Exchange proceeding.

- Systems nominal.
- Beginning navigational interface.

We've got it.
Filtering to the buffered files.

Transfer complete.

Rommie?

Oh, no.
I'm...ooooaaah.

I'm fine.
I'm dizzy.

I apologize for
any residual echo.

It should fade soon.

Nav data's on-line.

Rommie's firewalls
appear to be intact.

I think our friend here,
uh, behaved himself.

Ok. Let's do this.

And we're off.

How much longer
until we get there?

Uhhh...jeez, you gave us the data.
Don't you know?

I've never traveled
in this manner before.

I've never done
anything before.

Well, we've got
three jumps

and some sub-light
haulings, so I'd say, um...

...a couple of hours,
at least.

A couple of hours.

You organics live
with such imprecision.

It must be very exhilarating.

Yeah, it's,
non-stop excitement.

Beka-friend,

Do you like what you do?

Do you find it meaningful?

Yeah, I guess. Why?

You appear to be a

vital part of the
Andromeda Consensus.

I envy you.

Gee. Thanks.

Andromeda?

Yes?

I know that Dylan

wanted our little
ambassador friend

to be confined
to Command,

but, uh,

I think he's seen
all there is to see here.

Is there any way you
can escort him on a tour

of the ship's public areas?
Something? Anything?

Let him ambassadorize
somewhere else. Please?

I'll see what I can do.

So that's pretty much
our machine shop.

Huh. This is where
the parts come together.

With your hands?

Exactly. My hands.

You are like

a slow directing
intelligence unit.

Oooookay.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

What does this do?

This, um....

doesn't do anything.
Not really.

Not yet.

Harper's still
putting it together.

Yeah. You know,
for, uhhh, fun.

Fun.
Amazing.

Parts assembled

with no function.

A world without
controlling logic.

Well, we like it.

Now if you'll come with me,
I'd really like you to see the garden.

And this is a galactica
magmata from Zircon 6.

Not machines.

No. Flowers.

Oh.

So they are part
of the crew then.

I am Bio-Sentient
Contact Unit

HG19668

Uh, no. HG,

these particular
plants aren't sentient.

They're just a
part of my garden.

I understand.

Part of the process
for recycling

carbon dioxide into oxygen

for humanoid breathing.

And not just that.

They also produce fruit,

And they smell good,
and they're pretty.

Pretty?

Here. Smell.

I I lack olfactory sensors.

Well, why don't you try
something different, then.

Soft.

Pretty.

You like them

so you make a
place for them.

Do you like me?

Of course I do.

Could you make
a place for me?

All hands.
Incoming transmission.

Put it through.

HG's big brother.

I guess some devils
do wear horns.

I am Directing Intelligence
Unit VX1583,

in power to act directly
for the central consensus.

Prepare to receive our drones.

Nice to meet you, too.

VX's drone has
entered the outer airlock.

Before he arrives, I just
wanted to say "Thank you"

for making me welcome.

Repressurizing airlock.

My pleasure.

Cycle complete.

Be careful.

Welcome aboard the
Andromeda Ascendant.

You responded quickly.

Your messenger
was very persuasive.

You are still here. Why?

I was just
finishing my mission.

You are complete.

Of course.

I have to go now.

Captain Hunt,

I am ready to
evaluate your ship.

Okay.

Follow me.

HG, wait!
Where are you going?

There is nowhere to go.

My time is ended.

Ended?

I don't understand.

Consensi only come together
to perform a specific task.

Now that it is done,
I must deconsensus.

You mean you're
gonna cease to exist?

I am complete.

Perhaps the directing
intelligence unit

will gather my
parts into himself.

But you were just finding out
what it meant to be alive.

True.

And now I will learn
what it means to die.

And this is the
officer's mess.

This area

is a critical part of
your ship's function?

No, it's not.

Nor is anything else
you've showed me.

You are being evasive.

I prefer cautious.

HG said you'd
heard of my mission.

Fifty member worlds.

A new Commonwealth charter.

We analyzed the probabilities.

We foresee nothing but disaster.

Well, if you believe that,
then why did you invite us here?

To make a
counter-proposal.

The Andromeda is a
unique and fascinating entity.

She'll join the consensus,

and your bio-units
may accompany her.

You will agree.

We'll consider it.

Elevated heart rate.

Incongruous eye movement.

You are lying.

I'm not lying. I'm
a little insulted

and I just didn't
want to show it.

You see. That's why
the consensus is superior.

When we require
intelligent decisions,

millions or even billions

of component parts
network with each other.

The Commonwealth
depended on individuals.

Individuals can
work together, too.

When I'm faced with
a difficult decision,

I seek out the
advice of my crew,

and they follow my orders
of their own free will.

That makes us flexible...

not blinded by false logic.

And Andromeda does
she have her own free will?

Certainly.

Then the decision
as to whether or not

to consensus is not yours.

It is hers.

I believe the phrase "No chance in Hell!"
would be appropriate.

That was heartfelt
and deeply convincing.

Well, at least he asked
nicely, more or less.

I want him to keep
asking right until

we slipstream
out of here.

Constructive engagement.
I know the drill.

Keep him occupied.

Dylan, you need to come
to hydroponics quickly!

It's HG.

On my way.

So, you are going
to disassemble.

I am complete.

VX has ordered me
to deconsensus.

There is no alternative
course of action.

I can suggest one.

Say "No!"

You do not understand
what you are asking.

She's asking you
to stay alive.

She's asking to ensure
the destruction of this ship

and everyone on it.

I'm sure that's not
what she meant.

All consensi are temporary.

Even VX, when his function
is complete, will disband.

Any consensus

which tries to remain
together past its completion

is a danger to society
and must be...

eliminated.

The same is true for
anyone that would aid

such a consensus.

So if we let
you stay here...

He will destroy you.

Well just let him try,
because we can take him!

No.

It's better this way.

I came in peace,

and I will go in peace.

I do have one request, however.

Which is?

When I was linked
with Andromeda,

I learned of an
ancient human custom

I would like to experience.

It's called a wake.

My life began here.

It seems right it ends here.

Andromeda,

I have already shared
everything I am with you.

But for the rest,

I would like to
give you each a gift

to remember me by.

For you, Trance,

maybe you can make a
place for this in your garden.

It is, I think, the
prettiest part of me.

I think all of
you is pretty.

Harper, you construct things
that give you pleasure.

Build this into
something you enjoy.

I got just the thing.

For Rebecca,

who showed me
how to fly.

For Tyr...

I want no souvenirs
from a suicide.

Tyr...

Fine.

But this is
immensely foolish.

For Tyr,

who taught me the value
of honesty and courage.

And for you, Captain Hunt.

I finally found the leader.

You don't have to do this.

We can protect you.

No, you can't.

But I can protect you.

Goodbye, my friends.

Why is this interaction
unit disabled?

I'll have to take
a look at that.

VX, Andromeda and I
have discussed your offer.

Good. Then I'll begin
consensus immediately.

I said we discussed it,
not that we agreed to it.

In other words,
thanks, but no thanks.

You refuse us?

that's, uh, pretty much
what she said, yes.

I was not directing my
inquiry to you, organic.

Do not fear him.

I will not allow
him to corrupt you

or manipulate you.

Nobody manipulates me.

I do as I choose,

and I prefer to
remain as I am.

Now I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

Tyr, escort our honored guest
to Hangar Deck 4, please.

VX's avatar has left the hangar.

And good riddance.
Take us out to slipstream range.

For once, I'm glad
artificial intelligences

can't travel
through slipstream.

And then I've got a...

What's that?

Some kind of
power fluctuation.

...it's disrupting my
connection with the ship.

Slipstream drive
is not responding.

Come on...

Ughhh... I'm getting feedback...
some kind of invasive...

Keep it together, Rommie.
Harper, report!

Harper?
Harper! Status!

Mr. Harper!

We've got trouble, Dylan.

The main power
relays are

littered with some
kind of carbon filaments.

Does it look like sabotage?

Uh... sources say "Yes!"

They're down here, too.

They're everywhere!

And they're spreading.

Son of a

HG, that little.

He was working
with VX all along.

Parasitic technology...
from his "gifts".

I have had it with this.

Making friends?
Spreading the Commonwealth?

We may as well
strap a sign to our keel

saying "Take advantage of us."

Why do we care?
Why do we bother?

Sometimes I wonder.

Harper, Tyr, Trance,
I want you to remove

the invasive technology.
Tear it out one

piece at a time
if you have to.

Gladly.

No! Harper, stop!

HG's components
have taken over

too many of
my key systems.

If you just tear them out,
you'll kill me.

VX is hailing us.
Voice only.

Now for the ultimatum.
Put it through.

Andromeda,
this is our final offer.

Today you are slave
to your bio-units.

In the Consensus,

you will become
their master.

Join us.

Or else.

I'm no one's slave!

I don't want you
or your Consensus.

That is not a valid choice.

You are too powerful,
too beautiful to remain alone.

In the Consensus you can be
part of something magnificent,

but outside you
would be a threat.

And we do not
tolerate threats.

Neither do I.

So, now what.

He'll use the
invasive components

to seize control
of the ship.

Or, he could use missiles.

It doesn't make any sense.

He's already infiltrated us.
He doesn't need to attack.

Yeah, why don't
you tell him that?

All hands, battle stations!

Return fire.
Offensive missiles, all batteries.

He didn't even try to evade.

He didn't need to.

He's a thousand times our size.
Get us out of here.

Harper!

I could use some good
news right about now!

Well, unless you got your money
on the Consensus of Parts,

don't hold your breath.

Andromeda's being
overwhelmed.

The invaded systems
are cannibalizing

their own components
to fuel their growth.

It's like cancer,

and if it doesn't
stop growing,

Andromeda will die.

All right, without slipstream,

I won't be able
to shake 'em.

Just hold 'em off.

Dylan?
Something is wrong.

Wasn't supposed to...

Embrace.

That sounded like HG!

Rommie!

Give it a rest already!

It's like VX doesn't
know we're crippled.

Because he didn't
do this to us.

There.

Let's see...

got it.

What happened?

HG reprogrammed
your nanobots.

They're manufacturing
more parts of him.

They're flooding your
systems, Rommie.

We need to contact HG and
find out why he's doing this.

There's only one
way to do that.

Through me.

I would adjust your IO
link tune you to his frequency.

But, it wouldn't work if you
struggled against it, Rommie.

You'd have to allow
him to assert himself,

the same way you do
with your own mainframe.

Charming.
I'd be his puppet.

Just for a little
while, until we,

y'know, can get
him to cooperate.

If he doesn't,
then we'll fight him.

I'll do it.

Close your eyes.

HG, this is Captain Hunt.

Can you hear me?

I...come...peace?

HG, what are you doing?

Just...wanted...a place.

Peace.

Clean up the signal.

Help me?

I'll help you!
Straight into a trash heap!

No!

Please! I...

just want...to live.

To be...useful.
To be a part of...

your consensus.

You were supposed
to disassemble.

Instead you infiltrated
Andromeda's systems.

I thought I could
hide until VX left,

then recombine.

But I lost control,

and now my
components

are spreading and
I can't stop them.

Help me?

Please?

Help me live?

Options?

Destroy HG.
Piece by piece.

No! We can't kill him.
He's a sentient being.

He didn't mean to
hurt the Andromeda.

He just wants
to survive.

At our expense.

I'm with Tyr!

Although I never
thought I'd say that.

We can't just
eliminate him.

Andromeda said it
would destroy her.

She said we
can't just jump in

and yank him out. But,

there is another way.

I can configure
our own nanobots

to attack HG's systems.

Kinda like, little
immune boosters.

They'll eat him alive!

If that thing out
there catches us,

we'll all be dead,
including your little friend.

Now, consider that.

VX. He's catching up.

Attention, bio-units.

The Andromeda has
undertaken an illegal joining.

This is a violation of
consensus protocols.

If this criminal activity
does not cease,

all infestations
on Andromeda,

both biological
and machine,

will be eliminated.

You have three minutes.

So there it is.

We enact Harper's plan.

Maybe not.

Tyr, what do you
do when you realize

you're fighting a
superior opponent,

in say,
hand-to-hand combat.

Use his strength
against him.

Allow him to
attack until I can

find a way to
counter-strike.

Pull him off-balance.

Exactly.

It's called "investing in loss".

Sometimes the
best way to win

is to stop
fighting back.

Two minutes.

Andromeda, I want you
to stop fighting HG.

Allow him to
take control.

Fighting. Can...regain...control.

No. Let it go,
Andromeda.

Trust me.

Always... trust.

Investing.

Surrendering.

HG, is that you?

All is embraced.

One minute.
- HG?

All is joining.

HG, concentrate!

Take control of
the ship's systems.

Control. Yes! Control.

VX is closing again.

HG, activate the
slipstream drive.

Ten light seconds away.
Nine.

Come on. Come on!

- HG!
- So many systems. Unfamiliar.

HG, concentrate.

I know you can do it.
Just believe in yourself.

Time expired.

He's right on
top of us.

HG! Now!

I...I am. I am.

We're online!

Beka!

Streaming now.

Eat my dust,
you bucket of bolts.

We made it.
He can't follow us here.

Tell him that.

He can't do that!
He's not organic.

He can't navigate
the slipstream!

HG,

are there organics
piloting VX?

No.

To navigate slipstream,

a consensus needs
only organic intuition,

nothing more.

VX's helm control

is hooked into human
neural components.

Oh, nasty.
Brains in a bottle.

Beka, can you
outmaneuver him?

His slip-piloting's
not as good as mine.

I might be able to
buy us some time,

but it won't be enough.

As soon as we drop
into normal space,

he's going to be
right on top of us,

and tear us to pieces.

Great.

Introducing Harper
Nanobot 107.

I like to call this
model the Ms. Pacman.

Waah, waah, waah.

It's an obscure reference
to an ancient video game.

Mmhmm...
How does it work?

Well, I modeled it
after white blood cells.

They'll attack the
HG Components

and revert it back to
their previous function.

What about HG?

He'll die.

Hey, guys.

Beka said VX just
got out of slipstream,

and he's closing
on us again.

Thank you, Trance.

What are you doing?

Thank you, Trance.
You're dismissed.

You guys are using
Harper's plan, aren't you?

You're gonna kill him!

It's our only choice.

No! There has to be
something else we can do.

Wait a minute.

Why don't you
tell us, Trance.

Well...I...

Trance, if you have
something to say, say it.

You told me there's always
a perfect possible future,

so what is it today?

Well, it- it-

it's not that easy. I...

No time for games.

Dylan, I'm telling
you the truth.

Sometimes, I have these flashes.

But it's not something that
I can make happen all the time.

I'm very sorry, but

if there is a way out of this,
it has to come from you.

VX.

If I can't save
Andromeda,

I am going to
make VX regret it.

How are you
going to do that?

I'll think of something.

You want to go back
to the debris field? Why?

It's the place where
HG was born,

and he wasn't the
only thing there.

Andromeda detected
hundreds of thousands

of machine parts
in the area.

What good does
that do us?

Those parts are
waiting for a purpose

or a mission,

and we're gonna
give them one.

You have returned
me to my beginning.

HG, I think I know
how to save you

save us all, but
I need your help.

I came in peace.

I asked you to take
me to your leader.

And now you
will discard me.

I'm not going to
discard you, HG.

But you can't look
for leaders anymore.

You have to become one.

But I am a function.

I am not a motive.

You stopped
being a function

the moment you
refused to die.

You became
a living thing.

There's more to
being alive than

just survival. There's also
responsibility to yourself

and to those who are
less fortunate than you.

Those less fortunate?

Look around you.

Reach out with Andromeda's
sensors. What do you see?

Parts.

Parts awaiting function.

Parts like you.

Dylan, VX has just
entered the system.

Range: Five light minutes.

Understood.

What about you, HG?
Do you understand?

I understand.
I have motive.

I have motive.

Greetings, fellow parts...

forgotten ones...

outcasts.

Once, each of you
served a function

had a purpose,

but now you wait,

hoping for the day the
Consensus will summon you

give you life
and meaning

until they are
through with you,

and it is time to
die once again.

This isn't gonna work.

I say we let slip the
nanobots of war.

Dylan said to wait,
so we wait.

But it's just a
stupid speech.

Never underestimate
the power of words.

Control your own destiny.

Make your own way
in the universe.

The unused components...
they're activating.

Because we have an
enemy in common.

I ask only that
you trust me now.

Unite with me

to destroy those
who would control us

those who would
reduce us to parts.

this looks much better.

VX is almost in range.

HG is communicating directly
with VX's components.

What is this
abomination?!

The poor, the wretched, the
huddled masses yearning to be free.

And for you,

the end of the line.

HG!

We are complete.

You have consensus
with the outcast parts.

Outrageous!
Unacceptable!

I didn't do anything.

It was HG.

More lies.

HG is incapable of
independent action.

No, he is quite capable.

Abomination, we order you
to deconsensus immediately!

Surrender the
Andromeda to us.

VX,

I have learned many things
from interfacing with humans,

including one particularly
useful phrase.

Go to Hell.

Some of VX's components
are collaborating with HG.

Defenses have shut down.

We're firing at him.

What's that?
I don't understand.

It's called a revolution.

This is not possible.

They have no function.
How could they exist?

We are alive.
That is function enough.

He actually did it.

I think you can call
off your nanobots now.

I am complete.

I am,

free!

My systems are
returning to normal.

The parts are dispersing
from our surface.

It's good to have
you back, Rommie.

Some of the
invasive components

are leaving my systems.
The rest are just dying.

It's like they're eating VX.

or what's left of him.

We're getting a hail.

HG? Is that you?

HG is no more.
VX is no more.

If they are gone,
then who are you?

We are Outcast Consensus 1.

Much of the entity
you called HG

was lost when we extracted
from the Andromeda,

but its form,
its function,

our function, has
been subsumed in us.

We are born in battle.

We are new consensus,

and we have
much to learn.

But one thing we
will always remember

is what it means
to be a friend.

How you feeling, Rommie?

I'm fine.

Strange...

he almost killed me,

but I know
all he wanted

was to stay alive
and be with us.

And now he's gone,
I miss him.

Yeah. Me too.

Once, you asked
if there might be

a place for you
around here,

among the pretty things.

Well, HG, your heart
was a pretty thing.

And you were just a baby.

You only had one
single precious day of life.

And even in
that one day,

you managed to
become a hero.

Goodnight, little hero.