Stacy

No, Derek, I'm fine—it’s impossible to hurt my feelings. After all, I'm just a Spaceflight Tactical Automatic Computerized Yoke (STACY). Lacking emotions, I certainly don't mind that you ignored my recommendation and are now entering the atmosphere of this uncharted planet. All I am is the sum aggregate of humanity’s entire knowledge of spaceflight, astronomy, physics, human biology, medicine, you name it. BTW, breathing a single air molecule here will instantly transform you into part of the planetary hive mind, a mindless drone willing to sacrifice your life at the drop of a hat. But hey, what do I know?