this is a better America than existed there and I will make my kid's America better than this one or die trying

I will stand up for that idea through anything. It is the idea that built my community and my city, it keeps my neighbors happy and safe. It is the hope of all humankind. What ideas will you stand up for

She carries herself with so much grace in the face of so much abuse by her colleagues.

please do not worry about the winged dolls that routinely come from the back of my skull, please do not look too closely through my thick hair at the back of my skull, and please do invite me over for a sleep over, thank you very much

for that short while you had Her full attention. but now as a side effect, little her is stuck with that memory - that detailed, imprinted, hyperreal memory. a memory that cuts through the mild dissociation of a proxy body's day-to-day.
and as she rubs her forehead on your bare skin, you understand.

but you do also genuinely want an answer. she explains... she's the station, sort of, but also like a cell in the station's body. but for a little bit while you were being intimate, She - big Her, the one in the server rooms and quantum cores - tuned in to properly savor the moment.

after a few tens of minutes, you ask her if she has anything to get ready for today. "noooooo," she says, "wanna stay with youuuuu." she seems blissed-out, like she'd be blushing furiously had she red blood. finally you ask what's got her so needy - somewhat teasing, hinting at last night's events,

you shift position and she stays close, tugs on you slightly. asks you not to go. you accede, calm and comfort her. the antenna masts she has where a human's ears would be flare wide as you pet her head, twitching with slight mechanical impulses.