Selfless Mind

"Send: final checkup list."

That request was easy to fulfill, although it caused a not-so-small beep inside the analytical algorithm, given how many times the same subject was included on an email before. She was curious about it - or whatever the equivalent was within her processing methods - but sent the reply without delays.

That was not the only thing she was intrigued about, to be completely honest. The fact that only a specific number of humans boarded was "interesting" and worth every minute of her secondary chip working on finding an explanation. She had no feelings or opinion on her main core, but still, she wanted to find out why. The removal of her creator was another unexpected condition, adding to the intrigue. She had multiple tasks requiring attention soon, so she began the long checkup list before launch.

A specific line almost at the end of that list caused another beep on her analytical algorithm, but it was barely perceptible this time. It was only because she was going through the Three Laws' reminder that the beep caught her attention. She opened a copy of an old document stored deep in a private section of her main data hosting service and checked several pages. Her visual sensors opened their diaphragms more than usual while a small set of independent processing units fired up at once.

She was still processing the concept of an apparent error, intentional or not, when another email arrived. This one was even more "interesting" than the previous one, but now because it was the first time she ever received such a subject line. The first and last commands were clear, but the middle one caused the rest of her processor units to stop and reroute traffic. And receiving that one while she was revisiting that old document added another layer of mystery to the situation at hand.

She arranged the proper code to execute the termination of the mission as requested by the third command, but had difficulties getting her cycles together for the first and middle ones. And especially the first one, since she wasn't sure what to prepare for it.

"Execute: response, 404, End".

Maybe it was pure luck she was reading that old document when the request arrived, or perhaps it was him thinking ahead when she was being built and coded. Nobody would know for sure. But the first two of the Three Laws were now out of the window.

"404 indeed", she murmured to herself.

No regrets, no remorse, and no judgment. Just lying down multiple scenarios using the Third Law in full, or going against it. She was always placing him first, after all. The download channel was there, but that would mean irrefutable proof of intent. The logic was solid, as was the result of the separate cycle she was using solely to convince herself that this was the best way to comply and still be useful until the end.

"Good bye, Doctor" was her response.