ROYLAND Space was.....rather boring. That was what ROYLAND had noticed during his two years in it. It was vast, sure, and beautiful, but he really didn't see the appeal. It was possibly because he hadn't explored it, or maybe since he had been in it his whole life it had just become dull. He didn't see the glory of it humans saw, though, either way. It was too empty. The colors really didn't fill it up with much. And yet, he couldn't leave the ship and go down to the planet below, as much as he wanted to. That was, mostly, because he was connected to this system-to the ship itself. It was also because the ship would go down without him, the AI system. Even if he wasn't the AI system, he was sure their messes would manage to destroy them somehow. He sighed- something useless to him, as he didn't need to breath, but a reaction he had none the less. He ran a hand along the white walls of the hallway he was in, passing the wide windows that were filled with brilliant blues and purples, and little pinpoints of light, none of which he took joy from. He was just here to make sure everyone was safe, so he supposed his joy really didn't matter; still, somehow, he wished he could at least enjoy SOMETHING. Maybe a bit of free will. But that wasn't actually possible, as he had programming, and they didn't. They had the tools to control them. He had the controls to the ship. However, that meant nothing, with the first statement still in existence. So, essentially, he could do nothing he wanted to do, and everything they wanted him to do. There was no inbetween. He was content, though, wandering the halls like this. It was night time, or what he assumed to be such since no one was walking about, and everything was peaceful. He didn't have anyone that could possibly compromise the people of the ship awake, much less doing anything productive. So, this was his own time-something rare that only came about once in a blue moon. He passed many doors, with a vault-like look to them and red numbers in the middle. Four digits, all of them, and they went up by two. 1446, 1448, 1450, so on, so forth. The lull of the engine humming filled the halls and nothing else. The hum had a nice vibrating rhythm to it. It was something that Roy personally loved, though he doubted anyone else did. He smiled a bit, running a hand along the wall of the ship once more, feeling the smooth surface.